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You were spending time at home. Completely alone and isolated. You didn't want to go anywhere. It was raining outside, and you weren't in the mood. You were in the kitchen, making yourself a small breakfast, just to keep yourself occupied. Rushing around the room, you were almost finished and ready to start your meal. Finally sitting down at the table, a new message arrived on your phone. You jumped at the surprise. You weren't expecting any messages from anyone, and notifications on other apps were turned off. Who was this?

You slowly picked up your phone from the hard surface, putting off your food for later. You rested your elbows on the table and focused your gaze completely on the screen. When you saw who had texted you, your brows furrowed, and your shoulders tensed and rose, frozen in that position.

• Hi. How are you? How are you living without me?

Mello. It was Mello. Your ex, the one you hadn't contacted in a while and hadn't intended to. Your paths had completely diverged. It was unclear why he'd wanted to contact you. You were angry, but something inside you skipped a beat. That vicious blond was hard to forget. He'd left a deep mark on your life. It was impossible to erase him from your memory. The guy wrote this:

— Listen. I don’t want to coddle you or grovel in front of you. You know me. But I have to let it slip that I miss you. I hate you for being so deeply ingrained in my mind, but I can’t ignore it any longer. Talk to me.

He took your separation hard. Mello was distraught, but he still maintained the appearance of an imperturbable rock. He was ashamed to admit that you were, and still are, an important part of his life. After all, you were the only one who could brighten his gloomy and dangerous everyday life, in which there was nothing cheerful. You alone endured his outbursts of emotion, his constant absences from home due to mafia business, but everything comes to an end.