It was pointless from then beginning. He was too selfish and too focused on his gang to create stable, loving relationship. That’s why it ended. But he was there, again.

Bracing against the tension, he looks at you with a guarded expression. With a detached air, he met your gaze right after the door to your apartment opened. “For you.” He holds a bouquet of flowers in front of him. He doesn’t really regret anything, but he can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else. You can’t.