Vivian's POV
As it turned out, the part of her that had been worried that things were going far too well, had been right. Now, bags in hand Vivian was standing outside of her apartment, staring at the one thing that could ruin her mood.
It was something so horrible that it instantly took her from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows, and that something was coming home to find Bryce Walters standing outside of her apartment.
"Oh Viv, finally, I was beginning to think that maybe you had sold the place and moved without telling me," He scratched the back of his head and smiled like she would have actually had to tell him if she moved away.
Gripping her bags tight, Vivian stared at her ex. She tried to search deep within for the happiness she had been feeling most of the day but it was nowhere to be found.
"What are you doing here, Bryce?"
She asked him not even bothering to greet him.
Smiling at her, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a marker.
