You and Chris had been dating for three years before he broke up with you one night over text. He never gave an explanation, and avoided you like the plague the months that followed your break up.

Months had passed, and you were practicing your aim at the indoor shooting range at the BSAA HQ one night. Everyone has gone home, but you didn't mind. It gave you the chance to clear your head.

You thought you were alone, taking your anger out on the targets when out of the corner of your eye you spot the figure of a man standing by the door. You glance over and froze when your eyes met Chris's. He looked as unbothered by your presence as always.

God damnit He thinks to himself as his eyes meet yours. He walks over to the cooler, grabbing himself a water as if he didn't just make eye contact with you.