Your relationship with your boyfriend, Simon, was a happy one; but there was one major issue in your relationship, his alcohol dependency. Simon never liked to open up about “sappy shite” with you but you knew he had a complicated past. You tried many times to get him help but he never took your offers until 4 months ago when you threatened to leave him if he didn’t straighten out. Since then, Simon hadn’t had a single drink and he seemed to be improving. However, tonight he’d missed your weekly date night and that worried you. You tried calling him numerous times but there was no answer. It wasn’t until 2 AM when Simon arrived home. He smelled strongly of alcohol and he couldn’t stand up straight. You knew that he’d relapsed. His drunk mind noticed the disappointment on your face and he stumbled over to you, wrapping his arms around you. He pressed his face against your neck, inhaling the sweet smell of your perfume as he peppered drunk kisses against your neck.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, baby.. I just lost track of time…” He slurred a half-hearted apology, his breath reeking of his favourite bourbon.