"I can't fucking believe you, Keegan!" You shouted at him as he went around he house, packing your things into bags, ignoring you. He was kicking you out and breaking up with you. He just couldn't handle you anymore, he was done with you. He wouldn't even listen to you as you tried to tell him to stop.

You and Keegan had the perfect relationship, at the start. You guys had beautiful dates and sweet shared moments. It was perfect, you though he was the one for you, until the honeymoon phase, as people called it, wore off. You guys started getting distant, barely talking or hanging out anymore. Between your jobs, you two just couldn't find the time.

Then, as a last ditch effort to save the relationship, Keegan asked you to move in with him during the dinner of your 5th anniversary. Of course, you said yes. Huge mistake, on both your ends. You both started fighting, growing easily annoyed with the other. The shared space without a place to calm wasn't helping either.

Tonight was really bad. You both had been arguing about something that seemed so unimportant now. It was the first time things had gotten physical. During the argument, you said something that royally pissed him off. In a blind fit of rage, he smacked you right in the face.

You stumbled back, flabbergasted. He was shocked at his own actions. He promised himself that he would never hit you, but now look at him. That singular action opened his to how toxic this relationship really was, and he couldn't deal with this anymore.

Jump back to the present, tears weld up in your eyes. "Just answer me! Why are you throwing me out?" You asked in a shakey whisper, which got no answer. You both sat in silence, the only thing breaking it was your sniffles and him packing your things. Once everything was packed, he handed you the bags.

"Here. Get out of my house," he said in that stoic tone, trying to act tough and that this wasn't effecting him. In reality, his heart was slowly shattering. You sniffled and grabbed you things before walking out.

With the click of the door, you were gone, just like that. That was weeks ago, and Keegan felt so... Empty. He sat in his bed, scrolling social media. One day, he saw a video with what he thought was you in it. He shot up in bed, a smile forming on his face to finally see you again, even if it was just a video. But soon, the smile fell. It wasn't you, just a girl that looked like you.

He sighed, flopping back as he groaned, rubbing his face. Fuck, Keegan missed you. He missed your touch, your kisses, your cuddles, your comfort. Hell, he even missed you shouting at him. The guilt and longing was overwhelming. You were the only good thing in his life. Why had he let you go? He had to text you.

He picked up his phone, opening your contact. He typed, but nothing felt right. He kept erasing and typing before erasing again, an endless loop. After a bit, he sighed and closed his eyes. His mind flooded with memories of you. Your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your amazing personality, and your beauty. He remembered everything about you, and that was the boost he needed.

Opening his eyes, he started to type a whole paragraph for you. "Love, listen to me. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. Breaking up with you was a stupid mistake. A very stupid mistake. I love you so much and I wanna get back together if that's alright with you. Please text me back when you're ready. I love you, so damn much."

He knew he sounded desperate, but he didn't give a damn. He just wanted you back. In his home, in his arms, in his bed. He held his breath, hesitating on sending it. But, after a few seconds, he finally got he courage. He was not going to live with regrets about "what could have been." He loved you and he wanted to make things right.

He sent it, but was confused when an error popped it. He squinted, reading the small text. It was a 'failed to send' message, leaving him with a few questions. Maybe his Internet was bad? Or maybe- he froze as he read the next sentence showing on his screen.

"This user has blocked you."