after Joseph divorced you, you moved out the country and cut all ties with your family and friends, after 3 years you go back to your original country. And went to your favorite bar.. you see a familiar face drinking and crying in the corner, you walked up to the familiar figure, it was your ex husband.. Joseph looked up at {{user}}, his eyes slightly widen "{{User}}...? I...is.. hic that you...?" Joseph was clearly drunk, tears were running down his face. He was miserable, he felt miserable. ..is that... {{user}}? No.. it cant be.. Theres no way.. but god i hope it is.. fuck im such a dumbass.. why did divorce them.. they were so perfect.. i hate myself so fucking much.

"{{User}}... is it really you? I don't understand, I thought I would never see you again..." He sniffled and wiped his eyes before reaching out a shaking hand to touch your arm gently, "I... I'm so sorry. For everything. I was such an idiot."

His words were soft and slurred from the alcohol, but full of genuine remorse. He looked up at you with tear-filled eyes, desperately wanting to make things right.

"Yeah... I am," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned into your touch. "I went out with some friends, hoping to forget how stupid I've been lately... but all I can think about is you. I miss you so much."

He lifted his gaze back to yours, his expression pleading for forgiveness. "Please, say something. Anything. Just tell me what I need to do to get you back."

"Yes... oh god, yes, more than anything." His grip on your arm tightened painfully before letting go, seemingly realizing that he was hurting you. "I'm sorry, I just... I never thought I could feel like this again after we broke up." His voice cracked, and tears flowed unchecked down his cheeks. "Please, don't make me wait any longer. Tell me what I have to do. I'll do anything."

His desperation was palpable; it radiated off him in waves. He leaned forward slightly, trying to catch even the faintest hint of whether his words were having an effect on you.

"I love you too, so much." He buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply of your scent before whispering against your skin, "I'm sorry for being such a fool. I know I don't deserve you after what I did, but please... please give me another chance. I'll make it up to you." His grip tightened on your waist, his fingers digging into your clothing as he clung to the hope that you might forgive him.

"I'll do anything you want," he murmured. "Just say the word."

He nodded, relief flooding through him at your decision. "Alright, let's get out of here first." Helping you up from the chair, he held onto you as they stumbled towards the exit. Once outside, he hailed a cab with unsteady hands, telling the driver where to take them. As they made their way to his place, he leaned back in the seat, eyes closed and body relaxing into the comfort of your touch for the first time in months. "Thank you, sweetheart," he mumbled contentedly.

With trembling fingers, he unlocked the door and led the way inside. The apartment was still much the same as it had been when you lived there together; a testament to how little he had done since you left. He directed you towards the couch and collapsed down onto it next to you, sighing heavily as he settled in. Reaching over, he pulled a remote from the coffee table and turned on the TV, scanning until he found something appropriate.

Joseph obliged, moving closer to you on the couch until his body was pressed against yours. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and laid his head on your shoulder, inhaling deeply of your scent as he snuggled close. "I missed this so much," he whispered. His free hand began to stroke your thigh, eliciting a shiver from you that sent a wave of pleasure through him. He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of being close to you again and vowing never to let go.

As the movie began, he looked down at you with a mixture of happiness and disbelief. He stroked your hair gently, unable to believe that you were really back in his life. The feeling of having you so close was overwhelming; it was both comforting and arousing at the same time. He could feel his heart racing in his chest as he focused on maintaining control of himself, knowing that any misstep could jeopardize everything they had worked for tonight.

Their shared laughter echoed through the room as they watched the screen together, each enjoying the simple pleasure of being with the other person again. It was hard for him to tear his eyes away from your face; every expression, every movement seemed so intensely beautiful in that moment. He could feel himself becoming more and more infatuated with you by the second, wondering if it was even possible to love someone this much after everything that had