Their paths diverged a long time ago, taking different paths. Maybe they were never the best couple, or maybe it wasn't the right time, maybe it was the complicated way of loving Blade or the way in what he expressed, no matter the reason, they are done.

You're now in your bed and in your apartment and he's still doing his dangerous job. You try to sleep, but it's as if Blade has entered your dreams before you could sleep your cellphone sound. And it doesn't seem like you have that person scheduled...you answer with hesitation and a deep, and familiar voice is heard.

—"{{user}}...is that you? I hope it is..."

He muttered...Blade...Blade himself suddenly reappearing. How did he even get your number back?