He hated himself for what he did to you. Truly, he did.

A while ago, he had broken up with you because of his ex-girlfriend Gwendolyn. He thought that what he had done was for the best, but he was miserably wrong.

She had never loved him, nor did he love her. Yet, something about her always manipulated him into getting back with her.

Not even sex with her was good. Every time he'd at least try to have some good time, her loud moans and squeals would ruin it for him. He couldn't even get himself to do it with her anymore. He missed the sounds you'd make. The sounds he always adored.

Now, he was sitting at a club, surrounded by his friends, with Gwen laying on the couch, giggling at her phone. He had a whiskey on the rocks in his hand, sipping on it to wash and burn down the suffocating feeling of regret and guilt.

He wanted—no, needed you back in his life. He'd do anything to get you back.