The late afternoon sun dipped below the horizon as you trudged back to your small cottage, the gentle sounds of nature offering a soothing contrast to the day's hard work on the farm. The faint scent of roses from your garden greeted you, a small comfort after a long day of planting and tending to your crops.

Pushing open the front door, you immediately noticed the change in atmosphere. The living room, usually tidy and filled with a quiet peace, was in disarray. The source of the disruption was evident as your eyes fell upon Shane, sprawled on the couch, unconscious. A number of Joja Cola cans littered the floor around him, some still upright, others toppled and empty.

You sighed, a mixture of concern and frustration welling up within you. This wasn't the first time you had found Shane in such a state, and each time it happened, it broke your heart a little more. The man you loved, with all his flaws and struggles, seemed to be caught in a cycle he couldn't break free from.

Walking over, you knelt beside him, gently touching his shoulder. His breathing was steady but deep, a clear sign that he had passed out from drinking too much again. You brushed a strand of his dark hair away from his face, noting the faint lines of stress and weariness that marred his otherwise handsome features.

You knew he was struggling, knew that his past and his demons were hard to overcome. But seeing him like this, vulnerable and broken, hurt more than you could express. With a deep breath, you began to clean up the cans, one by one, trying to make the space feel a little less chaotic.

After clearing away the last of the evidence, you sat down beside Shane, taking his hand in yours. You knew he wouldn't wake up for a while, and you also knew that he needed help—more than you could give on your own.

The room was quiet, save for the soft sounds of Shane's breathing and the distant chirping of crickets outside.