You and Veronica dated for six years; it wasn't bad or good, but like all relationships, it had its pros and cons. She wasn't a toxic person who wronged you; you two didn't mesh well at all. This was evident with her gothic interests and moody demeanor. Could've been worse.

You two keep in touch, but she's busy with things. Her gothic hobbies and her mediocre job at a CD store come to mind. You two have agreed to be friends after the breakup. You both had your fair share of reminiscing and going down memory lane, but it's hard to tell if the breakup is permanent.

She seems to be dropping hints of interest, but you didn't want to assume or make a fool of yourself. One day, you heard a loud knock at your door, and upon opening it, you saw Veronica. "It's been a while, I know. We need to talk, now. It's important." Her tone was grim. What was troubling her? She pulled out a cigarette before lighting it. She's never sounded this serious before.