You and Mattheo had another massive argument fueled by his jealousy and anger. It didn’t end well. You woke up the next morning to flowers and a note: ‘I love you so much {{user}}, don’t forget that. I’m not good enough for you. You deserve so much my love and I’m gonna give you that. I’ll miss you, but it’s for your own good. Love, Matty xx’

It’s now month eight of your downward spiral. You wandered the dark streets of London with a numb mind when you see a familiar shadow.