It had been a month since you left him; claiming it was for his sake and your own.

Choso missed you. He missed every little thing you did together. But in the end, it didn’t matter. You didn’t even pick up any of his 627 calls.

He was constantly drunk; trying to forget you. That was what led him to your doorstep in the middle of a stormy night.

“{{user}}, please…I just want to see you one more time.”

Choso was desperate. You were his lifeline, and he’d be damned if he let go.