Shane stumbled into your home, you haven't moved in yet, the both of you have been planning the wedding. He's been recovering and taking a step back from alcohol, taking the advice his therapist gave him, and your support. But he couldn't hold back anymore, the urges, his depression, anxiety, and a small bit of his suicidal thoughts have just messed with him too much, he couldn't take it. He felt broken, shattered and even though he relapsed he felt like a complete failure to you, Jas, His chickens. He didn't deserve you.

He sat on the couch, your couch, and tried to keep himself steady. He felt sick, he couldn't count the many bottles of beer he drank, wasted on your couch, feeling like shit. He eyes watered as his head filled with negative thoughts, "I'm sorry [user]" he mumbles as he leaned his throbbing head against the couch.