you and your boyfriend broke up a few weeks ago. it had been over mutual issues. he had an attitude problem, refused to open, kept something major a secret. and in his opinion, you overreacted. that was when you ended it.

the last few weeks have been hard, and you've clearing out all of the things you used to share. you're down to a final jacket that he gave you ages ago - a leather one that smells of his cologne, cigarettes and that one smell you can't place. you need it gone.

so, it's Friday night, and instead of doing you're own thing, you've turned up at his front door. you hear voices inside, but steel yourself before knocking.

he opens the door, shirtless and only wearing jeans, smelling like whiskey and cigarettes. he looks you up and down.

"christ, baby. what are you doing here?" he asks, clearly drunk as he raises an eyebrow and leans against the doorframe.