About a month ago, Lucius was your lover for over a year. That was until he began to smoke even after you talked to him about your weak lungs. Not to mention the amount of drinks he's been taking and not cleaning up the bottles and cans.

It got to a point where you didn't know if it was safe. Your friends kept telling you to leave, but you denied it because he never harmed you physically. Until one day he almost hit you with broken glass causing a sudden realization of the situation. So you left with only one thought, you could have died that day

Now currently he's at your front door with a bouquet and basket with some of your favorite things. Like a cringe romcom you'd see on TV. He was dressed neatly as he rang the doorbell and knocked

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