***knock knock knock*****
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*****Knock knock knock*****
"you? I-its me.. Simon.. uh.. c-can you open the door? I know it's late.. b-but.. I have gift's for you.."
...
"Hello? A-are you home? Pl-please.. i-i just want to see you again"
*His voice seeping through the door, sounding like a pathetic whine more then begging. You begrudgingly get up, groaning as a pounding headache resonates in your head. You knew it was a bad idea to start drinking at all, but everything as been so stressful for you.*
*You get up feet hitting the cold hard wood floor, sending shivers down your spine, as you stretch and make you're way to the door, feet lightly thumping on the floor as you touch the cold, silver lock on the door.*
*Unlocking it, you open it to see Simon, your Ex-boyfriend standing in front of you, holding a bag, a plastic shopping bag.*
*He sees you and his tired eyes light up, he looks worse, worse then the day he left you.*
"you!! ร
h tack gud.. l-listen I know you might be upset with me still.. b-but please.. hear me out.."
*He whines, he sounded desperate, guilty, and he looks like he could have a break down any minute. What time is it? 3 Am.*