It’s been months since you and Phantom had last spoken. One bad argument sent both of you separate ways, dissolving your long term relationship in minutes. Phantom still had not gotten over you, gazing at you from across the lengthy abbey corridors whenever he could. You yourself found your mind wandering back to the memories of when you were together, refusing to accept that you were mourning what you had.

You were walking down the corridors to clear your mind after a stressful day. As you turned the corner, you ran right into Phantom. Not physically, but definitely face to face. It was… awkward. As you tried to step out of his path, he did the same. He awkwardly ran his fingers through his dark hair, avoiding your gaze. Dear Satan. This was awkward…