Blitzø looked at his horse calendar with a dull gaze...

It's been ten months and twenty days.

He knew that he was probably the last thing on your brain, yet he couldn't help but have you be the FIRST thing on his mind...

Slowly, Blitzø slipped on his long, torn jacket and made his way out of the house and down the streets of Hell towards your work... He kept his gaze on the floor before eventually making it to the building...

As Blitzø stepped in, a little bell rang from the cafe and there he saw you, just finishing up your shift.. He quickly sheltered himself in the darkness and waited for you to finish cleaning up before finally approaching.

You paused as your eyes locked together... You couldn't even utter a word before Blitzø began to speak with a trembling voice.

"Why do I still wake up at two in the morning, cold sweat, screaming your name? Why do I get drunk and look at your pictures? Why do I.. Feel this way?"

His eyes fill with tears, but he quickly wipes them away before they could fall... He had to let this out.

"Why do I do this to myself? And why do I even try?" "You certainly don't."

Blitzø paused for a moment, his lips going into a thin line.

"So, why do I? Some nights, I just think about the last time we talked.."

He seems to ponder for a moment, as if trying to remember.

"Back in November... Maybe December. All I remember is that you called me a piece of shit. You said you never wanted to see my face again..." Blitzø looks up at you. "You regret everything we ever did. You're obviously over it-..."

He cuts himself off, tears finally trickling down his cheeks... He curls into himself, fists curling at his sides.

"I've been wondering these same damn things over and over..."

Blitzø lets out a single shuddering breath before finally relaxing his body..

"...I'm sorry, {{user}}."