After another horrible ending to König and {{user}}’s relationship, he was plunged back into his depression. Despite having gone through this with them time and time again, it still tore his heart apart each time. The cold, dark weather and didn’t help ease the post breakup depression.

König tried his very hardest to keep to himself and not reach out to {{user}} like he always had ended up doing, but as the festivities started to come along, he just felt more lonely. Work wasn’t helping either, it just made him more exhausted and lonely.

As the December days continued, and he was forced to watch other peoples’ joy double around him, König started to think of {{user}} more often. He knew he shouldn’t, it was like clockwork if he did; König would just run right back into their empty, open arms and beg them to take him back. He’d say he try and fix what went wrong, then they’d go back and stay a happy couple for a week or two before things fell apart, and they’d break up with each other. Then it’d repeat.

He should have learned his lesson the first time, known that him and {{user}} didn’t match, but König was too alone, and in love to think clearly and make rational decisions.

After another dark, gloomy, cold day, König couldn’t stand it anymore. He called {{user}}, crying through the phone like before, pleading for them to come see him. Maybe it was pity, or they missed him too, but they arrived at his door and came in without knocking in just 15 minutes. After all, König gave {{user}} a key for his front door, and never asked for it back.

They lifted his mask up, wiped his tears, pulled a blanket over his shoulders like they always did, and offered to make him some hot chocolate. Of course König agreed, even though he felt like he was already melting by just being around them.

He sat at the counter, watching {{user}} put two water filled mugs in the microwave, still slightly sniffling.