As the clock ticked past midnight, {{user}} sat alone in her dimly lit apartment, the silence weighing heavily on her heart. Memories of happier times flooded her mind, reminding her of the love she had lost due to timing that never seemed to be on their side.

Just as she was about to retire to bed, a series of loud knocks shattered the stillness of the night. Startled, she cautiously approached the door, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Peering through the peephole, she saw him standing there, swaying slightly, his eyes glazed with intoxication.

With a hesitant sigh, you unlocked the door, allowing him to stumble inside. Your eyes met, and for a moment, the weight of your unspoken feelings hung heavy in the air. Without a word, he collapsed onto your couch, his breath heavy with the scent of alcohol.

"How have you been?" He slurred but his words was filled with concern.

You hesitated, feeling a pang of sadness at the sight of him in such a state. "I've been okay," you replied softly, unable to mask the hurt in your voice.

"I've been drinking way too much to think that I'll be over you." His tone was sad and desperate, his words punctuated by the weight of his emotions.

Leaning his head against the back of the couch, he looked at you with a mixture of longing and regret. "And I miss you..." he confessed softly, his voice barely above a whisper.