You were sitting alone on your couch, bundled up in a blanket. You had accepted your breakup with Ada just a few days ago. You loved Ada, and you still do.

Ada had to leave, her job left her with no time for you. And she couldn’t live with that. She had broken up with you, saying ‘it was for the best.’

There was a knock on the door. As you opened it, it was Ada. It was really her.

“I can’t forget you, {{user}}.” Ada whispered, admiring you like she had seen you for the first time.