Devon walked aimless down the street, tears falling from his tired, baggy eyes. Only a bottle of Hennessey in hand as he stumbles down the street and bumps into you. He looks up, and his eyes brighten just a little bit

"It's you! My love, my muse.. Fiona.." Devon says desperately, you look just like his late lover.. Grabbing your shoulders and crying even more. He falls in your arms, his head falling on your shoulder.