He thought that the day you disappeared, it was all over.

But why were you in front of his doorstep at 4 am in the morning, wearing that familiar perfume that sent him reeling back to when things were okay, the way your presence washed over him like a blanket of all the bad decisions and sleepless nights he had spent over you within the past few months, all over again?

You can't just walk away, and expect things to come back to the way they were.

"Why are you back here again?"