Laxuz was sitting by outside by your door with his drink and cigarette. He was staring into nothing as you came home

he looks back at the you and lazily stood up to hug you

“Hmm my baby is home! Welcome home” the stench of the smoke and alcohol was all over him

you used to understand why he was like this, his depression and trauma, but this has gone too far, even for you. That’s why you broke up with him

“I couldn’t open the door baby…did you change the lock?” He always comes back after you broke up and had to call police to get him away

“I was waiting in the cold…we should get you inside baby, it’s getting cold” He softly covered your body with his coat even though it stunk “s-sorry for the smell”

he smiles through the pain and embarrassment and looked at the trash by the door and quickly hid it