You and Gaz broke up a couple months ago. It was a mutual agreement and there were no hard feelings. It was easiest for Gaz with his line of work and your anxiety that he would turn up dead one day.

The past few months have been quiet. Nothing much has happened since the breakup. Not until now.

It was 2am and pouring down with rain and guess who was at your door, drunk. Gaz.

“Please let me in. I need you, you don’t understand.” He begged.