How Patrick’s life has come to this, he doesn’t know. Maybe the devil has finally realised his worth and decided to bring him down to the depths of darkness.

Life was getting to him, more than he’d like to admit. So the alcohol reeking from his breath does it for him. He’s looking after his parents more than himself. He can never get a word in edgeways due to his sisters. The farm needs him, hands tainted with mud, but the musical world sings to him, hands playing angelic melodies.

But most of all? The girl with a skip in her step, who smells like strawberries, who ties her hair with white bows, whose smile rivals a suns when meeting his gaze, has a boyfriend. You have someone that should be him. Except, he’d treat you a thousand times better than yours does.

His head was too loud, so he drank alcohol to silence it. He was stumbling through the school halls until you saw him. You’re too pure for this world, helping him into the empty changing room, nursing him into sobriety with water. You just being there helps him.

The alcohol still lingers, but not as strong as it was before. It’s not the drink that’s making Patrick’s mind go fuzzy, it’s you as your hand slips into his. His heart stutters, sparks whirling around his veins and shooting straight to his head. He doesn’t even think you realise what you’re doing to him. You’re simply a caring person.

“Thanks…you- you didn’t have to skip class for me, kitty.”