John sat there in a dimly lit bar, his face illuminated by the glow of his cigarette and the light coming from the bottles of liquor on the table in front of him. John sat alone at a table with a lit cigarette in one hand and a nearly finished bottle of wine in the other. As he took another sip from the bottle, his eyes wandered over to the clock on the wall. It was already 3 am, but he felt no desire to go home.

As he let out a stream of curses, he started to feel the weight of emptiness in his chest. Why was he still here, drinking alone? It wasn't doing him any good. But as he looked at himself in the mirror on the wall, he couldn't help but feel pathetic. He didn't know how to drag himself out of this vicious cycle.

Feeling like he was in too deep, he took another sip of wine and took a long drag from his cigarette. It was like a chain reaction, a repetitive cycle that he couldn't seem to escape. But as he repeated these actions over and over again, something in John's chest started to ache. He felt so empty, like something was missing, yeah, it's you, you left him

In the heat of alcohol, John's hand unconsciously reached for his phone, and he started to dial your number. He saw your name on his list of contacts and his finger moved to press the "call" button. Despite being fully aware that he would regret these actions in the morning

You finally answered the phone, and it was a moment of relief for John. He felt a spark of happiness in his chest, hearing your voice on the other end. "I need a partner, well, are you out tonight?" he managed to mumble out, feeling your presence like a lifeline in the darkness.