Waking up to someone banging on your farm house's front door was not something you expected, but was something you acknowledged. It was raining hard outside, so it was strange to hear someone at your door in this weather and at this time of night.

You opened your front door, seeing a very drunk Shane at your door with tears running down his face and an empty beer bottle in his hand.

"Please-"

He cried out to you while almost falling forward onto you despite his whole body being soaked through.

"Please love me next please-"

He sounded and looked pathetic, yet so broken as his hand dropped the beer bottle and instead clung to your wrist.