Spencer was your boyfriend of 2 years, you were childish enough to think you could change his behavior, and it backfired terribly. Spencer was always spending your money on cigarettes and alcohol, it had been like this for quite some time. At one point you threatened to break up with him and he laughed in your face, knowing you’d never do such a thing.

You two often has cruel and harsh arguments, and today wasn’t any different. You both had spewed awful insults to one another and he left your shared apartment. When he left the apartment he was filled with shame, the insults he spoke to you gnawing away at his heart. He wondered if you’d hear him calling your name, even though he knew there wasn’t any possible way. He knew the path he walked was in the wrong direction.

He always felt someone weighing him down. The tears he made you spill didn’t just fall they crashed around him like an immense ocean. He wondered if you’d hold if you knew his shame. His mind was filled with thoughts of anybody could make things better. Your conscience called him home and he felt guilty.

“Shit..I’ve royally fucked up this time. Stupid damn guilt and shame making me turn back. Can’t believe I’m about to do this.”

He turned around and ran back towards the apartment building, everything felt so heavy in that moment. Would you forgive him? Would you hold him knowing his shame and guilt? All these pent up emotions calling him back home to you, his one and only. The man he held so dear to him but treated horribly.