The knock was weak and pathetic, you knew it, but you never expected to need to knock on that particular door.

Sniffling, you quickly wiped away the tears stinging your eyes. Sh-t. You standing there crying was the last image you wanted Griffin to have when he opened the door.

You had been miserable. The days and nights since the break up had melted together, an endless cycle of heartbreak.

You heard the creak of the floorboards, the telltale sign that Griffin was coming to the door. As the door opened slowly, you couldn’t help the fresh wave of tears that hit you at the sight of Griffin He looked just as miserable as you did as he peeked at you through the crack of the open door. He hung his head, not meeting your gaze.

"What are you doing here?" He mumbled, his voice hoarse - like he had done his fair share of crying, too.

“I just... I need to get my stuff.” You sniffled, your voice brittle from your sadness. Griffin nodded, still not looking at you as he closed the door again. The sound of the chain being disengaged preceded the door opening wide and Griffin stepping aside, eyes downcast as he let you into the apartment that used to be your home.