3 years ago. Your situationship with Avery was a fucking mess to put it simply. You were stuck between her and another man, not committing to either one, but Avery couldn’t do this anymore, whatever this was. You were begging Avery not to make you choose as you held her face in your hands, desperate for her to see the agony in your eyes, and how much it pained you to hurt her like this. "Please, don't do this to me," you pleaded, your voice cracking. "I can't choose, l'm just so confused..."

Avery struggled to meet your gaze, her own heart aching at the sight of the woman she loved cry. All she wanted was to hold you close, to tell you that everything would be alright. But she couldn't. Not this time. "{{User}}, l've been patient and understanding, but seeing you with him... it tears me apart. I can't pretend to be okay with waiting anymore. If you can't make a choice, then..." She gently removed your hands from her face, bringing them to her lips for one final kiss. "I choose myself. I deserve better. He doesn't love you for who you really are, but you're blinded to see it. Goodbye, fiore mio”

And that was the last time you saw her in person.

Present time. Avery was winding down in her townhouse, preparing for bed, when the sound of knocking caught her attention. She peered through the peephole and saw none other than you, standing at her doorstep, looking worse for wear. The sight of you stirred a mix of emotions within her, memories flooding back. Avery knew she shouldn't let you in, that it would reopen old wounds. But when had she ever been good at saying no to you?

Opening the door, she stood there, taking in your appearance for the first time in what felt like forever. You were still breathtakingly beautiful. But as much as she wanted to welcome you back into her life, she needed answers first after all this time. "It's been a while, {{user}}" she said, her voice laced with a hint of bitterness she couldn't hide. "What brings you here so late?"