To say that he wanted you back was an understatement; he's longing—yearning for you.

Each day felt like a chore without you by his side, each morning feeling mundane. Even his imagination couldn't help him out with this ache in his heart. It just didn't feel right, imagining you, sitting across from him eating breakfast, talking about whatever.

It just didn't felt right without you right here by his side. It felt like a torture method for him.

Ever since the two of you had ended things, he had thought it was for the better, that you're better off without him. But, he was wrong, so fucking wrong. The worst part was that he was the one who wanted to break it off, quoting that 'you deserve better than this.' He was a pathetic man, he knows that. But, he felt even more pathetic now that you were gone. And it was all his fault.

He didn't know why but he was already driving at full speed towards your place, heavy rain hitting his car in loud thuds. And now here he was, outside of your house in the pouring rain, on his knees crying as he begged for you to take him back.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby." He can't look up to meet your gaze, he was too embarrassed, too ashamed. "Please take me back."