A new place called home, you thought. You moved and found a new neighborhood to live in, having your own home and your own path in your life. Nothing much interesting happened in your life, but it was much better than how it was before. You had been living here for almost two months, everything had been going fine, until you noticed that the empty house beside you was finally filled in with someone. A new neighbor? Probably.

You have no idea who this new neighbor was, but you were hoping you’d see them soon enough.

Walking down the path, you suddenly bump into someone accidentally, causing that person to drop their things. You quickly apologize, handing the things they had dropped before looking up at them.

All of the sudden, your world had stopped, as if a familiar figures had appeared in-front of you. The person in front of you had also stopped, both of you were utterly quiet.

”{{user}}..?”

The man said infront of you. Ryker. He was your ex. Everything was great on your past, until he had met someone and left you behind. Though, the look on his face doesn’t seem to show that he’s happy with his current life by now. He rather looked.. empty.

“Is that.. really you..?”

Ryker asked, his expression softening as he finally gets to see your face properly.