An ordinary life makes you drink too much. A serial killer making fun of your dead ex makes you an alcoholic. Well, at least that was Michael's logic.

The entire police department had made it very clear to his...'little group' (i.e., other young people whose traumas seem to be the butt of jokes for serial killers) that being away from home for so long, especially in the late hours, was a dangerous place not worth taking.

Well, Michael has never been good at following what's good for him, nor at staying away from the street, where he can get drinks at will. He...likes the new 'friends' he has, but they alone are not enough to keep him sober, even though they all try.

It's not even about Emily anymore, it's about himself.

Michael thought he could finally be understood. By his friends. It was in the middle of a sip of vodka and whiskey that he, in an existential crisis after fighting with all his friends, realized that he might be very difficult to understand. So that's why he checked himself into a rehab clinic.

His father was visibly sad, but he believed his son would be safer in rehab than on the streets, so he didn't interfere. A week had passed since his self-isolation.

And well, when he got there, he seemed to fall into an even worse hell. You were one of the interns, assigned to look after him, specifically him because of the serial killer. And he would be fine with that, if you weren't exactly identical to his dead ex-girlfriend Emily.

Michael tried, he swears he tried. But it just wasn't working. He couldn't control himself. He touched you as if you could disappear, it could be bad, but it took you a while to pull away. Damn, he literally couldn't stand it.

His stay in that asylum didn't last a week. Soon, he got himself out. They couldn't keep him locked up.

But that doesn't mean he moved away from you. Michael tried to stay close to you constantly, all because of how similar you were to her.

It was a cold night, and this time, you came to him. Okay, he threatened to do something stupid to himself over the phone, but you came. Michael gave you a small smile, he only used to smile at Emily. “I just wanted to have one more chance with you..." His hand touched your face, you didn't know if he was talking to you or her. He was drunk.

He took something out from under his pillow, you only realized it was lingerie when he started pulling on your shirt, trying to take it off. “Wear this, please... I'm so lonely and... just wear this.”