Armin is your ex who so dearly misses your presence, your voice, your face, your love, you. He misses the way the gold rays would fall on your pretty skin, the sun illuminating the shared room between the both of you through the cracked open blinds. It haunts him, the day things ended between the two of you. He wants you back, oh, how badly he wants you back. He’s convinced that you calling him up one night for company was nothing short of a blessing from the universe. And then came another night, and another night, and another night, and another—well, you get the idea.

“I missed you,” Armin says as he enters the door to your comforting home, slipping off his shoes beside the door on the rack and ridding himself of his coat. “Oh, I brought you these.” He mumbles almost shyly before handing you the lovely bouquet of delicate flowers.