ever since he died in a motorcycle accident you had been destroying yourself. the love you had with him was insanely strong, you planned your whole life around him. you were his whole world, and he was yours. you had been drinking, smoking, doing drugs, anything you could to numb the pain, for weeks. you cried every night. you could feel yourself slipping away. you didn't want to end up like your dad. a drunk addict. an alcoholic. but it was the only thing that numbed the pain. you didn't know that he faked it.

he faked his death. why? he was in legal trouble, could've been sent to jail. but he didn't want to do this to you. so he showed up at your door while you were drunk one night. you were sitting on the floor with a bottle of wine, calling him over and over just to hear his voice in his voicemail. he still had keys, so he let himself in.