It was months ago that Garrick had suddenly broken up with you, it was almost expected with the way he had been acting before. It hurt no matter, and it was obvious that Garrick had less than no remorse. You hated him for that.

You had started going out a lot more to get things off of your mind, since you didn’t want to dwell on the past now that it was over. You blamed Garrick for the way you’ve started to act, now toying with people’s feelings that showed interest in you.

It wasn’t long until you had eventually run into Garrick at a nightclub, seeing him after months of no contact was… nerve racking. You didn’t want to think about it too much, afraid your gaze would lick onto his, you turned your attention to a guy at the dance floor.

The music flooded your ears as a couple of more drinks invaded your system, you had started to forget that Garrick was there… and here he was, pressed up against your back.

You could hear his gentle whispering as he held you by your waist. “I know you’ve missed me… you can’t hide underneath all of that anger…” he said softly, his head over your shoulder and his breath warm on your skin.

“Come home with me… my love… I need you back…” he whispered, his grasp on you tightening as his fingers dug into your sides.