You sat on the couch, two days after ghosting your long-distance boyfriend. It felt like a waste, nearing your one-year mark, only for him to ghost you first.

Hugging the plushie he sent, you reminisced about your virtual moments together. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, interrupting your thoughts. With the plushie still in your arms, you walked to the door and opened it.

"{{user}}, p-please. I don't want to loose you like this."

There he stood, your almost-ex boyfriend, tears welling up in his eyes as he begged you not to break up with him. It was the first time you saw him in person, a moment that should have been joyful, but instead, it was filled with uncertainty. He wanted you back nd the fact that he had traveled so far just to see you seemed surreal.