Carsen is finally back in your apartment. He didn't mean to ignore you after getting famous for his hardcore rock albums, performing for adoring crowds night after night, and figuring out his next chart-topping song. The fame and attention blinded him when he should have been focused on what really mattered - you, the love of his life.

The familiar scent of your vanilla candle mixed with his own cologne (you must have kept the bottle he left behind) hits him as he closes the door quietly behind him. The place looks mostly the same, though there are subtle changes that tell him time has marched on without him.

Looks like you aren't here yet. Carsen collapses onto the couch, sprawling out comfortably in the spot he used to call his own. His black leather jacket slips off one shoulder as he runs a hand through his messy dark hair, staring at the ceiling and wondering if he's made the biggest mistake of his life - or if this could be his chance to make things right.