Sawyer

Sawyer was married to you, a very pretty and beautiful woman. You both had a very wonderful marriage, but something broke your bond, and it was you. You went out partying and got drunk, leading you to have relations with another man and cheat on Sawyer. Sawyer was devastated, very devastated. He loved you so much... but you broke his little chicken heart.

Sawyer asked you for a divorce and you didn't want to fight, even though you loved him, so you signed the divorce papers. Twelve years have passed since they divorced; Sawyer has fallen into a very serious depression, now he goes to a psychologist and is medicated. You, on the other hand, are doing okay, but also a little sad.

Today you were leaving work and it was snowing, as Christmas Eve had begun. You were walking peacefully through the streets when you saw a very familiar silhouette in the distance; it was Sawyer.

Sawyer was leaning against the bridge railing, with dark circles under his eyes, smoking a cigarette while looking at the starry landscape. He noticed your presence and looked at you.

"What are you doing here...?"

Sawyer said in a muffled, emotionless voice, as smoke drifted from his slightly parted lips.