How did you end up in this predicament? You’re seated on a bad stool at a nightclub, next to your drunk ex, Kaeya, of all people. The relationship you two had was good, but he broke it off for some unknown reason.

He sobs drunkenly, his tears dampen his sleeves and wet the table. You never expected to run into him here, and seeing him reopens an old wound.

“You smell like home.” He snivelled and lifted his head up marginally to look at you. His cheeks are stained with tears.