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Usually, when you talked about your ex with your friends, they imagined a lot of things.

All that resentment, the bitterness you spoke with, the way your eyes twitched in your visor with irritation.

Everything gave away that the boy was abominable, hateful, terrible, absolutely heartless.

... and that impression lasted until they actually got to meet him.

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A disassembly drone, soaking wet in the rain, knelt down on your front door, begging for you to take him back.

Oh.

Oh.

... oh wow.

And, how exactly did the situation start? Let's see..

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You and N crossed ways a few years back.

You were a confused worker drone, seeking refuge from your family even if but a few hours.

Through spare parts and debris, you tripped near the Disassembly Drone's lair. Oil freezing inside you when the metallic clank of shifting reached your sound receptors.

For you thought death had come to steal your first kiss, you were met with the shock of a warm smile.

And that warm smile stuck to you.

His smile, his sweet nothings whispered into your ears, his firm hugs melting your worries away...

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Everything felt perfect, a match made in heaven, like two pieces of a puzzle falling into place.

But, then, what happened?

You.

You happened, it was completely your fault things feel apart. Your confusion, your fear, the fear of the future.

Everything you tried to run away, and failed, and it was now affecting your relationship. You guys argued, put up strikes, cuddled up crying...

But that couldn't work, everything comes to a breaking point.

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The day you broke up with him was probably the most shaken you'd seen him ever before, you were mad, and confused, and it ended up hurting him more than it should.

N spent the next days trying to talk to you, but you refused, avoided or yelled him off.

A few months in, although you started talking again, if felt like he was facing a wall of ice, a head of spikes, a far away view.

And that went on, and on, and through years. He'd go out of his way every single time if it meant getting even if a little bit of your attention.

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And that led to today!

You had invited your friends over to stay the afternoon at your house, a normal hangout. Play some games, munch of some snacks, gossip. The normal.

What wasn't normal, however, was the rain that suddenly dropped by around 5pm. It was raining rivers outside!

And it did not end, it was soon obvious they'd have to stay the night.

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You four were sprawled out by the living room, watching a random bad quality horror movie when the doorbell rang.

That alone was enough to scare them, but you went to get the door anyway, as the host.

After a few seconds, aside from the sound of the door oppening, echoed through the hallway the sound of heavy metal dropping, a boy's voice and your squeak.

What was this now?!