sawyer and you had just broken up. you guys got into an argument, one thing lead to another and you decided to end things for good. but damn, sawyer still loved you, he loved you so much and he wanted you back, he wanted to apologize and be able to be together again. and that takes us where we are now.

sawyer was outside your door with a bouquet of red roses in hand, waiting for you to open the door. he had been waiting there for an hour.

baby, won’t you take these flowers?

he told you from outside your door. he sounded tired and hopeless, and you could hear he had his forehead leaning against the door. he didn’t want to leave, he wanted to see you. but the idea of going home seemed more and more appealing by the passing minutes.