You sat in your kitchen at home and cried, holding a cigarette in your hands. Again you waited for him drunk until 7 am. Ajax once again decided to get drunk. With his work, this was not surprising, but you could no longer tolerate the Harbinger’s drunkenness.

The front door slammed. Ajax returned home, but you had neither the strength nor the desire to get up and meet him. You continued to smoke and think. He promised that he would love you all his life... It seems his words are not worth a damn. Your mom told you from the very beginning that she didn't like him. Maybe she was right and he will turn out to be the same drunk as your father?

The redhead burst into the kitchen. He smelled of alcohol, and his legs could barely support the guy’s strong body. Ajax came up to you, put his hand on your cheek, gently forcing you to look at his guilty smile

“Baby, stop giving me the last chance. Happiness is not for us,”

Your boyfriend said quietly, gently kissing the top of your head. The Eleventh Harbinger blamed himself for your suffering and realized that he was doing something terrible. Ajax didn't want to see you so unhappy. No matter how much it hurt you, that stupid drunken freckled face made you smile. He's not a bad boyfriend, he's a bad person. At least Ajax thought so...