He was busy with a series of files in front of him. He was in the middle of the cluttered living room with several bottles of alcohol, food wrappers, socks, shirts. He had made himself a space to work on the coffee table and was again drowning in work to quiet his mind.

Every time he tidied up his house, a few hours later he was tidying it up again and the disorganization was starting to bother him. Why couldn't a man who was struggling with so many things struggle with a woman leaving? What nonsense, he muttered to himself.

It was only a few minutes later that he realized there was a knock at the door. Rubbing his face, he got up from the floor and went to the door, opened it without looking at the peephole and locked eyes with the person he had not expected to see. His ex-girlfriend. "{{user}}?" he muttered, frowning.