"I'm sorry," Vance breathes out, standing at your door with a bouquet of flowers, though most of the petals were gone from the thunderstorm that was taking place tonight.

His hair was dripping wet, and his nose was a reddish color. Vance's appearance was a surprise; he was your ex-boyfriend, the one who broke your heart about a week ago.

"Listen, {{user}}, I-," he began to say, sniffling as the thunder roared behind him. It was hard to tell if he was crying or if it was because he was soaked.