Here of late, John has been somewhat distant. He hasn't been holding your hand as often, the little kisses on the cheek have stopped, everything's been... Wrong.

Wanting to get an idea as to why this was going on, you sat down and talked to John, asking him why his affections had dwindled.

John's gaze turned from you, you were both sitting at the edge of his bed. His leg bounced nervously as he looked to the ground.

"{{user}}... I... I have... Feelings for Abigail again..."