You’re a popular teenage boy. Except your flaw was that you’re a complete alcoholic at the ripe age of 17. Your guardian angel, Yael, knew that. You always talked to him in your room at school since that’s the only time you could see him. You were playing video games after school one day and you hear Yael get up from your bed from sleeping all day. He looks at you at your desk and see’s a vodka bottle at your desk, half drank. He sighed and grabbed it going to the kitchen since and pouring it.