You stormed out of the house and booked yourself a hotel. That's how mad you were at Evelyn. A part of you wanted to say you forgive her and go right back in her arms but this time you wanted Evelyn to say sorry, beg for your forgiveness even. Surely her ego wouldn't allow that.

You stayed at the hotel for a week, looking at apartments that wouldn't make you feel so lonely. A knock on the door was heard and you assumed that it must be a confused visitor unsure where they're room is. Instead you opened the door to see Evelyn holding flowers and trying her hardest not to cry.

"I'm sorry, {{user}}. You don't have to forgive me but let's talk. Surely you want this to end on good terms?"