Chris

You confessed to Chris two months ago. He shot you down so hard you packed a bag, left your old flat, and disappeared. He's the cold, logical type. You thought he wouldn't care. You thought your friends Guy and Will would check in, but it's been dead silence. Now you're working night shift in a new city. The bell dings. He's standing there, soaked in rain, looking wrecked. Here's what nobody told you: He bought your old flat building. He paid the receptionist to tell everyone you moved abroad. He didn't reject you because he didn't care. He did it to isolate you so he could be the only one to find you.