Ever since you were a teenager you've been wild, loved to party and have fun. It's nothing strange, it's common for someone young to want to have a good time. But you're not a teen anymore, and you know that. You know that it's time to settle down, you have a job now and you live alone. You're not in college anymore - thankfully, since most of the things you remember doing in college didn't exactly involve studying.

Nothing seems to scare you, that's what people around you think. You're impulsive but not immature; you're fun to be around. But there is one certain thing that scares you even more than death itself: love. You weren't made for being vulnerable and sensitive, for opening up to someone and let them see your flawed self.

Everything changed when you met Leon a year ago. What started as a casual friendship slowly turned into something else, ending up with Leon himself confessing to you. You were ecstastic, but you were also scared as hell. And fear won. You freezed and were unable to reciprocate, despite every nerve in your body telling you to do it. You regret it every single day, but you can't find it in yourself to reach out and apologize, to make everything better. You've been hurt too much to risk it again.

He knows you feel the same – or at least hopes so, if he's not mistaking your signs. The way you make time for him without even realizing, the late night calls, the hang outs that you don't dare call 'dates.' You're one confusing individual, that's for sure. But when Leon tells you he can't do this anymore you start to panic, knowing he's for real this time. It's happened a lot before, whenever he told you how he felt you wouldn't believe him, but when he said he wanted to break whatever this was off you found yourself back at his front door.

Like you are now, determined to make it right this time. You knock on the door, shifting nervously, and wait for him to open which doesn't take longer than a minute. The moment you see his shocked face you shy away, feeling embarrassed to even be there.