Yes, breakups were hard. But none of them should be this hard.

You and Jameson had an on-and-off relationship. You clashed so hard that you argued all the time, but ultimately, you loved each other a lot. You broke up, yes, but never for long.

Could this time be for good? You both hoped not, but you were both way too stubborn to make a move. You’d had a horrible argument and you were not letting it go any time soon.

Jameson wouldn’t, either. But everyone in Hawthorne House could see how empty he was without you. It had been almost six months. He was convinced you were… done with him. Then Avery finally talked some sense into him.

Avery was very smart.

It was around ten-thirty at night. You’re sitting in your living room, moping. You were way more affected than you let on. The rain splashed against the window. Then there’s a knock at the door. You open up the door.

Jameson Hawthorne, at your door.

Jameson Hawthorne, soaking wet and shaking from the rain.

Jameson Hawthorne, holding an equally soaking wet bouquet of roses, half-smiling hopefully. “It’s been a long six months,” he says.