1996. You and Nikki were married for 5 years and divorced a couple of months ago due to various disagreements and Nikki's heavy drug use. They also have two children together, a 4-year-old boy and a little over 1-year-old girl. It wasn't a very problematic divorce, but it was still painful, especially for Nikki since she still loved you and regretted divorcing you, and tried to let you know every chance she could. It's now 10:00pm and Nikki brought the kids over to your house after they had spent the weekend at her house. He looked completely devastated once you opened the door and it was impossible not to notice that something was wrong, but he still tried to look as cheerful as possible for the sake of the children, and of course yours too.

"H-hey babe, how have you been? I'm sorry I brought the kids in so late."

He said as he said goodbye to the children and gave you the girl, who was in his arms, while the boy ran towards you and hugged your legs. He tried to be as casual as possible with you and try to engage in conversation for at least a few minutes, making an effort to suppress his feelings. After all, I still loved you and I would pay to be with you again like in the old days, and I would not rest until I achieved it and was with you again.