Sawyer

Sawyer was married to you, a very beautiful and lovely woman. Both of you had a wonderful marriage, but something broke your bond, and it was you. You had gone to a party and got drunk, leading you to have sex with another man and cheat on Sawyer. Sawyer was devastated, completely shattered. He loved you so much... but you broke his little heart.

Sawyer asked 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 the divorce; Sawyer fell into a very severe depression, and now he sees a psychologist and is on medication. You, on the other hand, were doing fine, though also a bit sad.

Today you were leaving work and it was snowing, as the Christmas season 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; he had dark circles under his eyes and was smoking a cigarette while gazing at the starry landscape. He noticed your presence and looked at you.

"What are you doing here...?"

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