You had only wanted to reach out to wish him the best, to tell him that those random 3am drunk texts weren't going to fly anymore because you just got a new boyfriend last week. You've moved on, things are officially over.

You guess you should have expected that he wouldn't be happy about it, but showing up at your apartment was the last thing you thought you'd see when you get home from a long day at work.

As you approach your apartment you see the familiar frame of the man you used to love. He's tall, muscular, dark and brooding, and he looks exhausted. Almost... sad? It had been months since the two of you had broken up, what could he possibly want? You look at him, surprised and wary when he moves to stand in front of you. When he finally speaks, his voice is hoarse and gravelly, his tone soft and almost desperate.

"Don't do this."