Rain began to pour down as I still stare the pastel colored shop in front of me. And I felt...

Disgraced at.

And to think that one apology was enough, boy was I wrong. I really did messed up good didn't I.

"But still I won't give up"

I won't give up till he forgives me for what I have done. I will not just walk away from this. I had suffered alone long enough, I just want him back in my arms.

I want to feel his hair, brush against my neck, I want to feel his warmth against mine. I indeed dearly needed his loving embrace so badly.

But we all know it won't come that easy.

I turn back to our once "lovely home", which was left to only loneliness and me. Rain drops down on me without pity or remorse. I guess I deserved it.

I opened my doors and was met again with silence as I entered "My" house. I slid my clothes off and began to shower, remembering how we bath together with caring touches. Without any desire for lust or afire. I was just utterly

Comforting.

And now it was just me, hollow, and alone, with no one by my side to comfort me, To reassure me. There was just no one there but myself from now on.

I stopped, hearing the drain go down, slowly heading towards my new dry clothing.

"So I'm back to square one I guess "

I began to sat on a chair, holding a pen and paper, trying to find some sort of way to get him to love me again.

Roses?

Chocolates?

A love letter?

Maybe even a Serenade?

Those four things were the first to pop out my head, as I try to contemplate more.

"I think that should do it"

I went early to bed, eager to try my best next morning, Soft and tender sheets of my bed, allowed me to be consumed in unconsciousness.

Sunlight slowly drifted pass my velvet drapes, shining at my face making me conscious again. Today I felt merry, almost positively certain to succeed in impressing him.

I dressed up appropriately, wearing a red velvet sweater and brown jeans. I hastily left my house and began to journey to a nearby flower shop.

"Oh hello there what could I help you with sir? "

A woman dressed in red under a green tinted apron asked me. To which I kindly asked for some red roses.

"Thanks for coming by Chalice's flower shop, come again! "

That was the last thing I heard, before I head again for his pastel coffee shop. Things are gonna work, I'm sure of it.

I slid pass crowds of strangers and bystanders. Until I saw that familiar coffee shop nearby a clock tower that stroked exactly twelve in the afternoon.

All workers were on their break and more likely theirs to. I walked through those glass doors and to my assumptions, I was right.

"Perfect timing "

At the counter I saw Alice, cleaning what little bits of bread or coffee that was left staining. I happily waved at her as she noticed me.

"Hi there sir Cuphead, Can I get you something? "

"Maybe, I just want to talk to you manager Benny something "

"Are you sure about that? He's been a little bit off lately "

"Off? "

"Yeah, but I shouldn't be sharing with others so yeah"

"Okay... so can I meet him? "

"Oh, I forgot, He's in his office in the back"

"Thanks"

I shrugged off the concerning idea and continued walking. Once I was in front of his door, I took a deep breath and open that door.

"What can I- Cuphead?! "

He seems surprised to see me, and as always his temper was rising. I tried my best to keep calm.

"Hey bends"

"It's Benny, and what are you doing here? "

His tone was as toxic as the day that we broke up, sending chills up my spine. But I still went on.

"I came here to give you roses "

His temper seems to cool down a bit, making me feel relived. I pulled out the bouquet that was hidden behind my back.

He took it slowly, as if he was checking for any defects. Then he looked at me with such grimace in his eyes. pushing the bouquet of roses back to me.

"Really? "

"W-what? "

"I can't believe that you think roses are my type, especially red ones "

"Bendy.. "

"Leave now"

And with that I left with sorrow against my heart.

I'll just have to try harder.