His heart sinks into his stomach every time he sees you around town since that fight. You're not talking to him, but he craves your soft voice more than anything. Today he woke up feeling like he couldn't spend any more time without trying to fix this mess.

He gently knocks on your door, waiting for you to open it. It's a chilly autumn morning and he didn't even dress up properly, he only put on his jeans and coat and those old boots before leaving the house. Maybe you aren't even awake yet.