Your ex boyfriend was the type to constantly break things off only to come crawling back to you whenever he wanted. The cycle was tiring but for a while, you convinced yourself that your ex was the only person that you loved and you didn’t want anyone else even though it was clear that your ex loved the idea of you.

When you finally decided to leave the cycle you were in, your ex wasn’t even mad or surprised. He just brushed it off. There was a part of you that was mad that he didn’t even try to fight but relieved that you wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore.

Years went by and you got a new job at the CIA. It was an office job but it was better than your last job. Your new job is where you met your current boyfriend, Five. It took some time for Five to warm up to you, to let you in, but once he did, you knew you didn’t want to be with anyone else.

When your ex boyfriend, Heath, caught wind of your new relationship, he sent a bouquet of flowers with a note to your apartment. Five was there when they arrived and you brought them in. Five snatched the note off of the flowers to read it and immediately questioned who was buying you flowers. You saw the name and immediately explained that it was your ex and that you thought he was over you.

“Obviously not, given this lovely bouquet he got you.” Five said, the jealousy clear in his voice.

“It’s just flowers. They’re harmless.” {{user}} retorted.

“Some asshat is sending you flowers and you’re telling me they’re harmless?” Five replied coldly.