It was common for people to meet and break up. Oh, no, Phillip was definitely not a bad person. It's just that you probably weren't right for each other. At least that's what you thought when you decided to end a relationship that lasted just over six months. Weeks of loneliness have not led to anything good. You haven't contacted Graves, texted or called him, and neither has he contacted you. It seemed that everything was really over, but my heart was somehow heavy. It was difficult for you to focus on simple things. All your thoughts kept coming back to him. And so it was, day after day, for almost a month. Except you had no idea that Phillip was even worse off than you. It was an ordinary Friday night. You were standing in the kitchen, warming up food in the microwave. And as soon as it turned off, you heard an insistent but soft knock. You go to the door and look through the peephole, trying to figure out who came. And, by the gods, it was Graves. You immediately unlock the lock and freeze in place, noticing the man's condition. “Honey...” He leans against the door frame, looking at you. Absolutely drunk and exhausted. His face and eyes are red from crying. “Please… Can we talk? Just a minute, please.” He asks a little indistinctly. Tears are streaming down his cheeks again. You understand. You understand that you two need this. You just can't see him like this because you know... you know that you love him, and he loves you.