It had only been a few days since Milo’s world had shattered. Days, not even a week, since he’d broken up with you—his Muse. But it felt like an eternity. Like he’d been dragged through hell, only to find that the world had turned against him. Everything seemed to collapse and fall apart without you.

It was all his fault. A foolish mistake. Milo cursed himself for being so stupid, so utterly lost in his work that he neglected you, his everything. He had broken promises time and time again, pushing you to the brink until you could no longer bear it.

At first, Milo was numb, his pride too stubborn to allow him to apologize or beg for your return. But now he saw the truth—he was nothing without you. The past few days had driven him to the brink of insanity, his mind unraveling in your absence. He needed you back—his partner, his very soul.

And now, here he stood, trembling at your friend’s apartment door. In his hands, he clutched a grand bouquet of flowers and several paper bags filled with extravagant presents. “My love…” His voice cracked with nervousness, a reflection of his desperation. At that moment, he wished he could turn back time or disappear entirely, just to make things right.