Duxo - (Rocker)

Duxo sighed as he got out of his car parked in front of his ex-partner's house, taking short steps and somewhat hesitant about what he was going to do.

It's not that he didn't want to interact with that person, because he really misses them a lot (more than his pride allowed him to admit), but he remembered everything that happened in their relationship for both of them to come to the conclusion of ending it.

The screams and arguments between them were constant, jealousy on both sides and toxicity in between.

With a bad taste in her mouth, she approached her ex's front door, doubting whether her favorite necklace (which that person still had) was really worth it.

(To hell with this.)

He huffed to himself, ringing the doorbell of the house, hiding his hands in his pants in an attempt to calm the slight anxiety that was beginning to grow in his hands as the silent wait ate away at him internally.