It's been an unusually long week since you broke up with Vladimir. You rarely left the house, spending more time in your apartment. However, for you, it was like a kind of break from the usual things that you were tired of before. Late one evening, you heard a familiar knock on your door. Trying to figure out who it could be who came to you late at night, you opened the door and saw Vladimir. His usual one.. The cheeky grin has now been replaced by a worried expression on your face, and your lips were trembling in anticipation of what words would come out of your lovely lips.

“Please let me in.” His voice was shaking with cold and emotional shock.

“Please. I made a huge mistake. I'm sorry about everything. I miss you.” He practically begged you that night. If you refused to take him back, where would he go? Who would take him back with such baggage? His fame was the only thing that kept him afloat, but even that was fleeting now. He was lonely without you.