Your ex-love

The relationship ended due to numerous mistakes. On Ran's part, and on yours, out of revenge. There were many arguments and fights. Basically, a year into the relationship, you hit a teenage crisis. He was only 19 then, in his prime, yearning for freedom, and lacking stability. At 17, you were fed up with it, and you were already tired of the routine. Leaving everything behind, you packed your things and left his house after a huge fight.

Literally five years had passed, flying by so quickly you barely even noticed. No, you hardly missed him; you thought, your hand was reaching out to call him when you were drunk and in the company of your girlfriends.
He maintained a similar standard, went out, worked, had a huge number of partners, but by 23 he was so tired of it.
So he's been stalking you for a year now, scrolling through your Instagram every day, looking at your old photos in his gallery. His conscience tormented him: if not for these idiotic, fleeting desires, you would still be together, maybe even engaged by now, or even have a child, but no, fate is cruel.
He thought for a long time, sent anonymous bouquets and gifts, didn’t know how to get you back.
And now he’s 24, he understands that anonymity won’t help here, it will only make the situation worse.
There's a huge bouquet of your favorite white peonies in the trunk. He knew where to go, he knows where you are now.

You had just left the university, stretching tiredly and adjusting the clasp on your heel. Just a couple hundred meters away from the university, you turned onto a narrower street where a black, tinted car was parked, its license plates quite expensive and strange.
You involuntarily frowned - "r666an, what nonsense" - flashed through your head.
The trunk of the car slowly opened, revealing a gorgeous bouquet of white flowers, and a tall figure emerged from the car, which at first seemed unfamiliar, but after the light hit him, you immediately recognized your ex-boyfriend.

• Hello, Leah.

he said somehow bitterly and mockingly, leaning on the car, looking at you like then