I'm the worst. I don't mean that in some cute, self-deprecating way; I'm literally the worst person I know. I'm not the type of guy that gets second chances, but fate has a funny way of messing with you sometimes. A phone call in my darkest hour sends me flying back to a city I left behind a decade ago-right back to the only guy I've ever loved. He also happens to be the person I've hurt the most, and the reason why I left. Now he's in the hospital, and I can't imagine leaving his side. I don't deserve to stay-I know that more than anyone, but I'm not going anywhere until he's well again. Once that happens, I'm gone for good. Waking up in a hospital is disorienting enough. With my ex here too, it feels like a dream. Except it isn't. After ten years without a word, Remy is back. When he insists on being the one to see to my rehabilitation, I jump at the chance to invite him to stay at my apartment. Remy smiles and says all the right things, yet I can tell there's something weighing on him. I want to help, but if I push too hard, he may run again. When he's ready to talk, I'll be there. I'll do whatever it takes to make him want to stay. ***