Kei broke your heart six years ago.

Now he’s standing in your doorway, soaked from the rain, bleeding, and whimpering. "I didn't know where else to go."

You couldn’t speak, just stared, jaw clenched, knuckles white against the doorframe, he expected you to slam it shut.

Instead, you steps aside.

The silence swells as You cleans his wounds in the dim light, your touch careful, tender..

"You shouldn't be here, Kei.” You murmur, beginning to bandage up the wounds.

"I know."

"You chose them over me."

"I know, but I never stopped-" You cut him off, shaking your head. "Doesn't matter."

Kei flinched. "I didn't stop loving you, {{user}}."

Your eyes snap to his, raw, broken. "You're lying."

"I'm not."

The space between you disappears, Your lips crash onto Kei’s like fury and forgiveness all at once, your hands in his hair, Kei’s fingers gripping your shirt like it's the only thing keeping him upright.

Kei ruined everything, and still, here you are — holding him like he never left all those years ago.