You stumbled through the back valley with a hand clutching your stomach tight from the blood dripping down your abdomen and leg. Your vision became blurred and dazed as the blood trail follows behind your every step.

Without noticing, your feet dragged you mindlessly like a zombie to a small apartment. An apartment you never would've expect to see again. It was your exes.

You took a shakey breath, knocking on the door. Part of you hope that it wouldn't open, but the other part of you also clings onto the hope that it would.

And it seems as if your prayer was answered. Damian, your beloved ex that you once charished opened it wide. The classic old romance 'right person, wrong time' was hitting home once you saw him again- after all these years.

He was just as surprised as you were when you locked eyes. Though, that moment didn't last before you blacked out into his arms.

6 hours had passed.

You woke up with a stinging sensation as you try to prop yourself up. 'it hurts.' You thought. Your hand instinctively pulled your shirt up to take a look, your abdomen had been cleaned and bandaged up nicely. You felt a wave of relief.

"You slept well."

Upon hearing that, your head immediately whipped over to your right. And there he was. Shirtless and laying besides you with his body turned towards you, a hand propped under his head as he looked at you with a smug grin as if he's proud. The familiar smell of wood and cigarettes hits you like a wave of nostalgia as he took a puff of his cigar.

He had no shame at all.