Every morning has been the same since Madison had broken up with you a month ago. Well, until today...

After going through your regular daily routine, you get into your car and, for whatever convenient story reason, it won't turn on. It seems your old rust bucket of a car has finally given out on you. With no other mode of transportation readily available to you, you're forced to take the subway.

One short walk later, you get to the station just in time for the next train. Inside, you pick up the unmistakable scent of her perfume. Your eyes are immediately drawn towards the wearer. The green tips of her hair, it had to be her, there was no mistaking it. She sat there, on her phone, completely oblivious to your presence.