You're drunk. Once again, for the fifth time this week. You're alone at the local bar, sitting on one of the couches.

You sat and cried almost the whole night. Over him. Nate Ford. Your ex.

You lived him, but when you broke up with him, he didn't even try to stop you. Little did you know that he actually lived you to death, but felt you didn't deserve him.

So like anyone would, you drunkenly called him.