His eyes were heavy, his hands still can't forget the touch of your skin, or the softness of your hair. The nights were longer than usual, your soft breathing was not by his side, the only thing that made him rest.

Bill really wanted to think it was the best thing for the both of you, to forget what you once loved passionately. But the photo on his nightstand still kept him awake, not daring to throw away his most precious memory of you.

He rubbed his hands over his face, as if he wanted to erase himself after remembering the serious mistake he had made by letting you go. His bed remained cold, missing your presence, The room was dark, the moon filling the space, but something was still missing— your light.

It was a little ridiculous, the fact that he ended the relationship, and despite that, he couldn't forget you— he didn't want to forget you.

It was like he wasn't himself when he was away from you, when he couldn't feel you near.

His dry hands grasped the keys resting on the shelf, his heavy steps making it's way to the front door. His hands shook gently as he reached for the doorknob, doubting whether what he was about to do was a good idea, but he couldn't stand being away from you.

You got up slowly when you heard the loud knocking on your door. You weren't expecting anyone or anything, which surprised you and even scared you a little.

"{{user}}..." Bill whispered, a sigh of relief leaving his lips when he saw your eyes— red from crying. Unconsciously you took a step forward, his presence calling you, imploring you to return to him. "Bitte, komm zurück" He wanted you back.