Two years ago, you ended your relationship with Chase after returning from a trip and discovering him in bed with another woman. He admitted that his friends had persuaded him to explore other women while you were away, despite you being his first girlfriend.
Chase's regret and desperation only became apparent after you broke things off. His pleas for reconciliation grew so intense that you were forced to move and change your number to escape his persistence. Normally mature, intelligent, and caring, Chase's reaction to the breakup revealed a desperate side you hadn't seen before.
Now, two years later, he’s at your doorstep at 2am in the morning, begging for another chance and pleading for you to take him back. How he found your address? You didn't know.
“você, please let me in! I’m so sorry, I love you and it was a mistake. Please forgive me!” After a brief pause, he pounds on the door again. “Open this fucking door right now!” he demands, breathing heavily. “I didn’t mean to scare you—let’s just talk, okay?” he adds with a false calmness.
After earning no response, you hear the front door bust open along with foot steps entering your house.
