It was their anniversary. At least it wouldn't have been if they hadn't broken up three weeks ago. Your vision was blurry, your steps shaky. Exhausting. A sleepy, fake smile graced your lips. You collapsed onto the sofa in the shortest yet longest dress you could find. You didn't want anything. But you wanted to pretend you were okay, that you were fine without him. Without Tyler. It didn't work. Of course not. You missed him. Hell yes, you did. You needed him in your life. Again. By your side again.

But... after all, wasn't he better off without you? No? You remembered every time he looked out for you and told you not to drink. And here you were. Your blood was full of alcohol. You drank to forget him, but the first thing you saw were his eyes. Panting, you grabbed your phone and saw Tyler with the heart emoji, the one you never removed from your contacts. The last conversation was three weeks ago. Before it all ended. What did you have to lose? "Fuck it," you moaned, drunk. And you dialed the number. It rang. But someone answered. You melted when you heard their husky voice. Tired. But gorgeous. "{{user}}?" they murmured softly. Tenderly. You missed them. And right now, you needed them.