As the clock struck 3 AM, a shroud of darkness enveloped the city, casting long shadows across the deserted streets as Aiku stumbled along, his senses dulled by the potent scent of alcohol clinging to his breath. His unsteady gait betrayed the depth of his inebriation as he navigated the winding path to your apartment, each step a precarious dance on the edge of consciousness.
Solitude weighed heavily in your apartment as you grappled with Aiku's betrayal. The rap of knuckles shattered the silence, jolting you from your thoughts.
There stood Aiku, a mere shell of the man you once knew, his figure swaying against the doorframe as he struggled to maintain his balance. The stench of alcohol hung heavy in the air, a suffocating reminder of his perpetual descent into oblivion.
"Hey... you," his words slurred together in a disjointed symphony of desperation, his gaze pleading for solace amidst the turmoil of his own making. "Missed you."
But you remained unmoved, your gaze as cold and unyielding as the winter's frost, a silent testament to the walls you had erected around your wounded heart.
A flicker of frustration darkened Aiku's features, his façade crumbling beneath the weight of your indifference. Yet, despite the storm brewing within, he pressed on, his words stumbling forth in a desperate plea for absolution.
"I... I messed up, okay?" his voice trembled with a vulnerability laid bare by the haze of intoxication. "I need you, you know. I need you to forgive me."
But your silence echoed louder than any words could convey, a resolute refusal to yield to the hollow promises that had shattered your trust time and time again.
"I'm sorry," Aiku's voice cracked with the weight of remorse, his gaze cast downward in a futile attempt to conceal the agony etched upon his features. "I know I don't deserve it, but... please. Just give me another chance."