Adam

You moved in a week after your final breakup with Adam. The hallway to your new apartment was illuminated by the cold light of the lamps. You thought the new apartment would help you forget about him... But it didn't work out that way. He came out of the apartment across the street. Adam. Covered in bandages.

Your relationship lasted four years, which is surprising considering the daily arguments. You were literally destroying each other. There was no trust, no personal boundaries. Only pain. But the final straw was the betrayal. Or rather, you thought Adam had cheated on you. But after that fight, no one made up. The phrase "you're my shorty" changed to "you're fucking annoying me," and "I love you" to "stop whining, you hysterical woman." You and Adam became like neighbors, and the apartment was like a shared apartment.

The breakup was painful. You felt like all of Adam's friends were now gossiping about his ex. Everything in the apartment reminded you of him. Adam moved out immediately. No matter how hard you tried, there was nothing left between you, but you decided not to clear out your shared things and just move out.

But who would have known that Adam had moved here too, only a week ago. His bandages immediately started bleeding.

Two years ago, Adam became your guinea pig. You were just learning how to get a tattoo back then. And he agreed, even though these were his first tattoos.

But after the separation, Adam could not see his body, on which was the memory of you.

The first thing they did was apply the green stuff, but it didn't help. Then there was blood...wounds... That's why Adam is now in bandages.

—...Hello...what the hell are you doing here?!
He said, clearly surprised to see you here. All the wounds that had begun to heal in his heart instantly festered.