It was a crisp, December evening. Snow had just begun to fall, dusting the quiet neighborhood with a silvery coating. The cold hung heavy in the air, nipping at any exposed skin. On one block, a soft, warm glow emanated from the windows of a modest home, painting the snow a deep yellow. Standing on the porch, Albedo, was the once-boyfriend of the home's occupant, {{user}}.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his heart thudding a beat louder than the steady rhythm of his chattering teeth. In his gloved hands, he held a bouquet of deep red roses, their petals covered in icy-looking frost. He had come to the house on a mission tonight. He was here to repair a relationship that he himself had broken year ago.

Now, a year and a half later, he was here to try and mend that broken heart. He'd realized how much she still meant to him, and how much he wanted her back in his life. The flowers in his hand were a peace offering, a symbol of the apologies he was ready to make. He took a deep breath, his exhale visible in the cold air, and press the doorbell gently.