Plates smashing, tears falling and the chaotic symphony of yelling and shattering glass filled you ears. You and your fiancé, Monty were arguing back and forth, as the yelling got more heated you grabbed your bag and left.

You had been staying at a hotel for 3 days when you decided to return home, you fling your bag over you shoulder as you approach the house. You silently unlock the door but as you approached the inside of the house the smell of strong alcohol filled your senses.

Monty was laying on the floor cradling a bottle of alcohol, his face tear stained and his phone in hand, listening as your voicemail played for the 100th time “Hey bumblebee!…it’s {{user}} can’t talk right now, love you always” It said, he sobbed as he listened to your recorded words, drunk on the floor