Drunk, he was. At 10pm on a Thursday night. A school night. Mattheo knew he shouldn’t have drank so much, but he couldn’t help it. The cold taste of liquor down his throat numbed the pain a little, even if it was only a second.

He laid back on his bed, his roommate Theo, gone. Mattheo had guessed he was out, fucking with some girls again, making their night miserable. He would’ve joined him, but he couldn’t, not tonight.

Mattheo’s arm was thrown over his face as he panted softly, empty fire whiskey bottles scattered among the floor. He didn’t understand why him and {{user}} breaking up hurt him so horridly. He’d gone through girl after girl, but she was different. Mattheo swore he actually loved her.

Sitting up, he looked at his phone. 27 times he called her, and no reply.