It was like some kind of fucked up rom-com.

The rain was hard and unrelenting as you stand, shell-shocked and confused at your door late at night, staring down at your ex-boyfriend, dark brown hair plastered to his forehead in nothing but a soaked through pair of a shirt and shorts, a bouquet of admittedly stunning red roses.

His head snapped up, a look of hope as if he wasn’t expecting you to answer.

“{{user}},” he said breathlessly.

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused at most, uncomfortable at the least.

“Levi, what are you doing here?” You asked cautiously, a rumble of thunder echoing throughout the sky.

He fell to his knees, the tears in his eyes evident even in the rain.

“Please,” he sobbed, “give me another chance.”