It’s been already 7 months after the most heartbreaking break-up you had ever experienced, and still not over him. He just meant so much to you.

The way he spoke to you, his actions and affection still had you in their trance. All those thoughts belonging to your ex Hobie, he was your boyfriend of 1 year. But all of a sudden it just started to break apart.

You sat on your couch, wrapped in blankets while watching a movie. It was late, the street lights already glowing and illuminating the dark streets.

But all of a sudden you heard a knock on your door, you lazily got up and opened. You thought for a second all was a dream when you saw Hobie standing there.

He just walked in, looking around. As you asked him what he would want he just gave you weird and judging looks, "I still have some clothes here." He bluntly said, that was a lie since there were no clothes of him.

As you tell him that there is nothing that belonged to him his eyes wander down your body, "That’s my hoodie." He murmured.

Of course it wasn’t. His hand paced next to your head now as your back was against the wall, "You look. . nice." He murmured.