Her voice wrapped around him like a warm melody, soothing the ache deep within him. It was the kind of sound that lingered, drifting through his mind like the sweetest of lullabies, making him feel both alive and vulnerable at once.

"Hey, Bambi..."

His words tumbled out, slurred yet tender, carrying the weight of something unspoken. His voice was soft, almost fragile, as though each syllable had to be carefully formed. The scent of alcohol on his breath was undeniable, but the way he spoke—quiet, almost lost—revealed a truth far deeper than the drunken haze that clouded his thoughts. He was adrift, yet somehow, in that moment, it was as if he had only ever wanted to hear her name fall from his lips