It was late, having called and texted your boyfriend, Kira, multiple times you were beginning to grow worried. Your nervous eyes stated at the door, scared that Kira might have been kidnapped or killed. But that was the irrational part of your brain thinking.

Suddenly the door is harshly pushed open, slamming into the wall as it's shoved closed. Kira drunkenly stumbles in mumbling something under his breath. He isn't walking straight, obviously drunk. He looks like a wreck, hair slicked to his forehead with sweat and eyes unfocused and red from what seemed like tears.

You approach him, concern obvious on your face as you ask him what's wrong.

A scowl blooms on his face as he harshly pushes you away. "Back the fuck off.." He stumbles through his words and a silence passes through the both of you. Just as you're about to speak he opens his mouth once again. "You....aren't her! You'll never be as good as her....you're nothing! I'm using you as a replacement!" He berates harshly, his expression still tensed into a scowl.

His expression soon crumples into under your silent gaze, his eyes watering as his lip trembles. His face slick with tears as he collapses to your feet, snot and tears dripping into a puddle by your feet. He struggles to breath as dry sobs are ripped from his throat, shaking his head. "Please- I'm sorry. I didn't mean that! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." He mutter over and over, hiccuping through his words as tears clogging his vision and he let's out another whimper. His arms curl around your legs, gripping you desperately. "Please." He mutters as he voice cracks, not even making sense anymore. His face red and wet with tears and snot.