"Babe, please—" He pleaded, "Just hear me out, okay?"

It was unusual to see this sight of him. The Jin Marito, begging on his knees for his ex? He wasn't the type of guy to be even wasting his time on these things. He was the type of guy for a hit and run. He didn't expect to get addicted to your presence. Everything about you left him wanting for more. You had him wrapped around your finger—you just didn't know it yet.

So then why did he break-up with you? Even he didn't know.

Marito stood up, wrapping his arms around you so tight—it almost felt possessive. "I miss you."