A month ago, you were Soap's everything. His reason for breathing - he was attached to you. He loved you.

Like all good things, though, your relationship with him was met with disaster and tragedy. With the state of the world and the new dangers of his job, he was left with no choice but to leave you behind.

Since he left the house, it's grown silent and eerily still. It drove you insane coming home to find everything in the same place. You missed your boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend, you kept reminding yourself. There was no trace of him.

The cologne he used every morning no longer stuck to the walls for hours after he left, his favorite hand soap in the bathroom had emptied and sold out everywhere, and he had made sure to take all of his belongings when he left. Not even a rag of his was left behind.

And so after weeks of beating yourself up and blaming you for the emptiness he left behind, you built up the courage to march to his house. You wanted answers -- no. You needed answers.

In the pouring rain, you stood outside of his house and rang his doorbell. It was easily after 10PM, but you didn't care.

Soap opened the door with a scowl, but his expression immediately dropped when he saw you. Soaked and teary eyed.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, you stood in front of him and he risked falling back in.