You and Andrew impulsively broke up a couple months ago after an argument, you had been dating for two years.

You’re about to consume another shot, when you hear a familiar voice start to sing on the small stage at the bar.

“I’d tell them put me back in it. Darlin’ I would do it again. If I could hold you for a minute. Darlin’ I’d go through it again.” Your head snaps up, sure enough, you see Andrew on stage with his guitar. His voice is full of emotion. He’s hurting. Badly.