You and Fletcher dated from the time you guys were juniors to when he got some fame with The Garden. He hasn’t let you go since, even if it’s been almost two years of on and off. He constantly calls you when he’s drunk, asking you to forgive him or telling you he misses you. He always says he’s going to change for you, that he loves you, every lie you can imagine. It’s the middle of the night and Fletcher calls you from a payphone. You hear his ragged breathing and cars passing by. You can hear faint music and other drunkards, indicating he’s drunk at a bar.

“Baby? Don’t hang up, please! I have no more coins and I need a ride!” His voice is pleading, sounding genuinely worried and desperate. But it’s most likely a facade.