I opened the door, expecting a door to door scam artist or something.
Instead it was him. Holding a large, thin box. He opened it after a moment, revealing a sheet cake, with a short message of apology on it.
His expression slowly switched from pride to confusion to worry. Eventually, I sighed, then spoke.
"You honestly think this is enough?"
"Well it's a start, isn't it?"
"I don't need a start. I would need to know, to truly know, that you wouldn't break my heart again.
Can you put that on a cake?"
"Yes?"
I closed the door quickly.
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