You were at a club, Pete picked you up, took you to his place, and you banged. For like, 3 hours straight. He went really crazy, this emo boy. Even if you were under the influence. It was after, though, and he felt.. off.

He stared at the ceiling, almost just.. wary... His eyes foggy. You were a bit blushed from exhaustion and drinks, your arms around him. His voice was gravelly and wayward. Such a large contrast.

"You know, no matter how much you drink and fuck there's no purpose. We will still end up alone."