"Look, I'm sorry. I'm fuckin sorry for everything that's happened to you." "How about i keep showing you how." His words has been buzzing in your head for past two hours. Maybe it was his tone, maybe it's been caused by his soft gaze and teary eyes. You still don't know why you even consider to give him a second chance, after everything he did. Yet you found yourself in a club, drinking cocktails and sharing stories, just like in old times.