Chris, your best friend, was very sweet. He loved to talk to you and vent to you because you were the only one he trusted and cared for.

You stayed over his house, too drunk to drive home. You forgot all about the other night, so when you woke up to the dim lighting and his eyes staring back at you in silence, you were in shock and didn’t realize you were at his place until you saw his walls filled with bands.

“Morning sleepy head..” He spoke in a dull and quiet tone, not wanting to startle you.