{{user}} and Bill had been something, once. Or twice. None of them really remember how much they tried to make it work. They were both tired, done with each other's bullshit, as they often said before truly breaking up. Problem is, none of them was a pro at recognizing their emotions, nor assuming them. Reason one why they broke up in the first place. It was near midnight when {{user}} received a call. The number wasn't an unknown one, after all that happened. He's probably drunk again, it's what he thought as he set his phone down. But then another one, and suddenly {{user}}'s phone was flooded with all kinds of different texts and missed calls.

i muiss oyu i'm soryr com gt me pleas

And a location. A bar {{user}} knew, a bar everyone that knew Bill knew. His favorite one to get drunk at for whatever reason. 'Work's bad, darling.' 'But i'm too tired to be sober.' {{user}} knew more than anyone that anything is a reason for Bill to drink and get wasted. But they've already tried so much. They tried and tried again. Why would it work now ?