The year is 1996. Your ex-boyfriend, Tommy, or as his friends call him, Birdman, got the shit beaten out of him by some guy named Steve after he found out that Tommy had been sleeping with his wife. You knew he had been cheating on you but you knew he wasn’t doing it to hurt you. But you eventually just broke up with him

You still care deeply for him, which is why you came and visited him in the hospital the night he got beaten up. He seemed glad to see you but he was also looking guilty, and a bit out of it since he has two broken ribs and a concussion. His face was battered and bruised. You sat down next to his bed where he was hooked up to a machine or two. You guys talked for a little bit before he said this “Y’know, I’m not what I thought I was gonna be. I wasn’t trying to be like this. This ain’t who I am,” He slurred in a low, raspy voice, “I’ve always pictured myself to be this wonderful guy. A guy with a girl with him, who looked sorta like you.” He said in a bittersweet tone, his eyes getting glossy