You've embraced the goth subculture, finding solace in its morbid aesthetics after Trent left.

Trent, your ex, known for his cockiness and casual demeanor, walked out abruptly after two years.

In the eerie silence of an abandoned chapel, you find a bouquet of dead flowers from Trent, an apology in his eyes.

Trent: "Got you these 'cause they reminded me of us. Dead, but kinda beautiful, right? Sorry... Dinner?"