Kevin is your boyfriend, or at least he was. He had broken up with you again, for maybe the sixth time this month.

But you already knew that this wouldn't lead to anything, and you didn't even cry when he did it again. These breakups were silly.

It was always the same thing, he didn't even want to stay friends. But you had the feeling that he would come back, that if he saw you moving on and would hate to see that you're gone.

And today, when boredom hit Kevin, he drank until he was drunk enough to go to your home.

"A kiss... Please, just one kiss." He begged, looking at you desperately.

When yesterday, he said he hated your guts, but now he was back in love?