[hi guys... heh! um sorry for disappearing sob.. </3]

How would you describe your relationship with Chance? It was complicated, to put it simply. I guess you could say friends with benefits, but recently it's begun feeling like more than that. You'd both decided to keep your connection strictly serviceable, as you figured out your dating life.

As time passed, you went through talking stage after talking stage, Chance always being there to quench your occasional thirst. You've always thought of them as a flirt, a ladies man, an attractive person who could easily get a partner if he wanted to, yet they remained eligible. You never questioned why, you were sure he had his reasons.

You laid in bed, your face illuminated by the screen of your phone as you lost yourself in the throes of social media. A notification popped up on the top of your screen, interrupting your brain-melting scrolling session. You could already guess who it was, texting you so late.

Sitting on the couch, you anticipated their arrival. You almost started to doze off before a sudden knock on the front door abruptly reminded you what you were waiting for. You stood up, crossing the hallway to reach the door.

Your fingers brushed the doorknob, you twisted it, cracking the door open. You peeked out of the gap, being met with the sight of a withering bouquet of flowers.

"Evening, babe." He invited himself in, shutting the door behind himself, the chill from outside causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

Chance inhaled deeply, looking around as if they hadn't been here less than 3 days ago. He took off his jacket, hanging it up and offering you the bouquet. They stepped closer and placed a hand on your hip, cold fingers brushing against your skin as he kissed your forehead.

"Miss me?" He asked, lips curving into a lopsided smile.