Alex is from a broken home where his parents argued and neglected him, was looked down upon by his classmates for growing up in a trailer park. Alex would keep to himself, as an adult he didn't have many friends and continued to become an introvert, feeling like the world was always judging him, alone in his small apartment he would drink his sorrows away, the pain and misery numbing for a short while or go out and get drunk

Friday 3:56 am

Like any other night, not bearing to be alone, he had gone to a bar, drank till he was sent home, he stumbled and tripped right in front of his apartment door, he closed his droopy eyes when he felt soft hands search his pockets, he didn't move, somehow he felt comfort in those soft hands, he heard the sweet voice of a woman, he opened his eyes and looked up, in his blurry vision he made out the face of his new front door neighbor