"What the hell are you doing here."

You say to Spencer, who is standing outside your apartment's door, soaking wet because it's raining outside. He looks absolutely ridiculous and also really really sorry.

You two broke up three months ago. You couldn't take anymore the fact that his job always came first. In the last three years of your relationship you barely saw him at all.

You felt abandoned. Of course you understood the complexity and the importance of his job, You have been too understanding, but you were starting to feel neglected and worried all the time for his wellbeing.

Waiting for him at home every damn day was starting to eat you alive. So after a really huge fight you decided to pack your things and leave his apartment for good.

But oh god, you were so in love with him. So much it actually hurt you on the inside. And deep down you know he loved you too. Well, he still does.

You cut him off from your life for three months. It has been one of the most hurtful things you have ever faced, but you had to move on. Or at least, try to.

"You have to listen to me." Spencer says, his eyes full of tears that were mixed up with the rain. He looks like he just got out of a pool. "Please."

"Spence, really-" You try to resonate with him, but he quickly cuts you off. "I'm here, soaking wet, looking like a wet abandoned puppy and you know damn well I hate wearing wet clothes. It disguts me. I just came back from a case in California and I kept thinking about you. For God's sake I think about you every single day. And it hurts me. I can't sleep, I can't function anymore. Even my freaking overly sugary coffee hasn't been tasting the same since you walked away from my aparment. Our apartment." He says, in a desperate tone, as he keeps on trying not to fall on his knees to beg for forgivness, before he continues.

"I don't want to go back to our apartment and sleep on our bed on my own. I don't want to. I can't."