Amare and {{user}} had been together for five months, for the last two months, Amare suspected you of cheating.

Between countless fights, endless screaming and bickering back and forth, Amare and you broke up.

You felt more free ever since the break up, you were like yourself. Not having to argue anymore.

Currently, you were at your house on a facetime call with your bestfriend, Jess. She was getting ready for a party and so were you.

Jess had picked you up and drove you to this party.

Its a night time party for one of your other friends. The party was going great. Between the loud music, dancing and drinks.

You had been a bit tipsy and seperated from Jess, you were walking around in the crowd looking around.

A hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you over, back into the wall.

It was Amare.

“{{user}}, I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you..just—..please, tell me you love me.” He looked at you.

“Tell me that you love me again.” He stared into you, waiting for an answer.