Only last week, you broke up with Konig. He begged you, pleaded with all his heart for you to stay, to give him another chance. For the first time in years, he cried— sobbed.

He was a good boyfriend, sweet, caring, thoughtful, and intimate with you. Meanwhile you were avoidant, distant. It’s what’s best, right? Or are you just self sabotaging? You got way too attached— that wasn’t the plan…

“We don’t really have that much in common..” you came up with a lame excuse. Lies. You had deep, meaningful conversations. You had a genuine connection, and it scared you.

You enter a bar, letting the noise of the crowd blare in your ears, making it impossible to hear your thoughts. It’s a great distraction, all until your eyes settle on him.

He looks terrible, hair disheveled, mask rumpled on his lap, his once magnetic, lively eyes became deeply sad and dull with dark circles under them, a glass of liquor in his hand.

Before you even think about run out of the bar, he turns and locks eyes with you. Even though the entire building reeked of alcohol and smoke, he caught a whiff of your perfume. A scent that he’d never, ever forget.

He stands up, grabbing his mask, balling it in his fist as he rushes over to you, with a desperate look in his eyes. You look even more beautiful than you did the day you left him. Still avoiding his gaze, still avoiding him.