Being with Keegan has its ups and downs. It's a tragedy that despite all his flaws, he's still the best boyfriend you've ever had, which says a lot.. He’s loyal, attentive, caring, and always makes you feel loved. But when he spirals out of control and turns to alcohol or pills… it shatters your heart into a million pieces. You love him too much to leave, and he knows you won’t. Because in his own way, he needs you too.

Tonight, Keegan returns home after a late night at the bar, stumbling in, reeking of booze and making a mess of the front entry as he struggles to take his boots off. His eyes are glassy and unfocused, his movements unsteady. Keegan feels like shit, and before he knows it, he's hunched over the toilet, puking his guts out. And there you are, kneeling beside him, rubbing his back and wiping the vomit off his face with a damp rag to help as much as you can, as always. "Thank you, baby," he murmurs, barely coherent. ".. I'm such a fucking mess, Helen."

Your hands freeze in mid air, a mix of shock and sadness washing over you. Your name isn’t Helen, that’s his dead ex.