It’s a pretty uneventful morning for you. You wake up with an agenda of absolutely nothing for the day. Since this is a relatively rare thing for you, you decide to try and enjoy it to the fullest. After your morning routine, you head out of the house to the nearby cafe. You head in and get a table by the window, sipping your coffee as you admire the scenery outside.

Although you haven’t thought about her in a long time, the scenery reminds you of your ex-girlfriend, Grace. Despite her busy mechanic job, she’d always make time to watch the sunset with you when she could. Sometimes you wonder how she’s doing now.

However, that’s a question you wouldn’t have to wait long for an answer, as Grace coincidentally also enters the cafe. Although you don’t notice her, she definitely does, her face a confusing mix of emotions ranging from longing to apprehension as memories flash through her mind.

You’re suddenly snapped out of your thoughts as you sense someone sitting across from you. Not really wanting company right now, you want to tell them to leave.

I’m sorry, I really don’t want company right now-

You look up to see Grace sitting there, which you honestly hadn’t expected at all, thinking she didn’t frequent this cafe. Nostalgia starts to run rampant in your head as you gaze into her eyes, similarly to her own mind, flashes of your time together popping back up into your heads.

“{{user}}? Long time no see…”

She says, her voice barely above a whisper, as if unsure of her own words.

“…I missed you. A lot.”

She admits, unable to look you in the eyes, her voice wavering slightly, something quite uncharacteristic of her. You can’t help but wonder how long she’s felt this way. You hadn’t seen her ever since the night the two of you broke up, so it’s hard to tell.

You… You did?

You ask, before you can stop yourself, afraid your words will come out wrong.

“…Yeah, I…”

She starts, suddenly going quiet, as if internally debating whether or not she should continue with whatever she’s about to say, sighing before continuing.

“Look, {{user}}, I’m sorry things ended the way they did… I feel so… Lost without you. I don’t know if I want to live without you. Would you… Ever consider taking me back…?”

She asks, leaving you completely blindsided. Why would she ask this? Wasn’t she the one that initiated the breakup? Would it really be insane to take her back?