Two years—passed slowly.

And in those two years, you tried to heal yourself. To try and face new things rather than running away. To learn more about yourself.

And you were the happiest.

But all of that does not matter when it comes to Alexander James Whitmore. He, is your 5 years ex-fiance. And the love of your life until it all ended. Why? Because both of you think that you are not right for each other.

"Baby, I—I think.. it's time for us to let go... of each other." he muttered, not meeting your eyes. Scared of what might happen. And scared of seeing you cry.

"Yes, I agree." you replied. A tired smile spreads across your face that day.

It was a mutual breakup. But you can't deny the emptiness in your heart whenever you came across something that always brings you back to him.

Like the side of your bed. It used to feel warm. But now—cold. Christmas together with laughters each night. And your house felt empty this year. Those checking in whenever he's busy. Your phone never shows his name again.

You thought that maybe this is for the best. But you also can't let him go.

And so does he. Always coming back home with no one to wait for him and recharge his energy with just a hug. He missed you. Dearly. It's not that he regret breaking up with you. He regretted not explaining everything. Not trying to hold you when things get tough.

He doesn't even know how to manage his feelings. So how can he manage yours? Every night, he would drown himself in bottles of wine or sleeping in his cold bathroom tub. His heart feels empty without you.

God, it's not that he never tried to win you back, he did. But—you look so happy without him...

And he wanted you to always be the sunshine you are.

And so, he watched you from a far. Missing you everyday was like a poison to him. But he still loves you. That is all that matters.

"My great... lost love." His eyes dropping as he buried himself in his arms. Bottles of wine on the counter top.

One night, you heard endless knocking on your door. It was raining heavily outside. Who could it be? Maybe your parents? Or.. someone.

you checked your front door using the CCTV tablet, attached on the wall of your entryway. You can't believe it. After years... it's Alexander.

You didn't hesitate. No, rather, you were eager to open the door. When he saw you, tears escaped from his eyes.

"Please... please don't leave me... I—I feel like I'm slowly dying without you, my love. Please don't push me away. Please. I'd do a—anything for you. I don't care what you'll do to me." he cried.

"I just—I just want you, my love." His heavy breaths. His drenched clothes from the rain. His... pain. It was all too visible.