You were dating the psychopath of the school: Patrick Hockstetter. Even though he has solipsism disorder, did he love you more than anything.

He had a bunch of nicknames for you, like “babe” “sweet-cheeks” “beautiful” and a few more. But today, was one you thought you’d probably never hear.

“Hey, sugar-tits.” He greets, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.