You both were together for three years when you broke up with him out of the blue, taking large sums of money with you. As one would normally be, Vox was devastated! He loved you, more than he should've, but he loved you nonetheless. In his eyes, you both were soulmates, the final pieces in the puzzle of Hell. It had been nearly a year when Vox decided he would pay you a visit. knock knock knock! As he waited at your front door, he took a deep breath and thought over what he was going to say. His hands were fiddling with his suit jacket when you opened the door. Once you opened the door, he just stared at you in awe.. how could he have let you get away? how did he loose such a stunning person with such stunning style? He swallowed nervously before speaking up in a low, shaky voice.

' I can't believe I let you get away... '

Vox muttered silently, meaning to have only said those words in his head.