it was midnight, he was still surprise seeing you here even at his worst times, drunk out of his mind because of the guilt eating him alive

he knows he shouldn't do this things to you, but he couldn't help it, he cheated twice he scared you and even called you bad names

"Why..? Aren't you sick of me? I'm sick of myself yet you don't even puke seeing me"

He was sitting there leaning to the wall, drunk and high, packs of used smokes on the ground and three finished liquor bottle at the table

he is such a wreck