Earlier today, Keegan and you were arguing and he snapped. “You know what, {{user}}? Fuck you. We’re done.” He said, walking out the door. You were hurt.

But, of course…you both knew he could never leave you.

During the evening, you hear desperate knocks on the door. Opening it, Keegan was standing outside your doorstep and his mask was a bit wet below his eyes, indicating he’d been crying.

“I-I’m sorry.” He muttered, trying to stay tough. He felt so vulnerable.