i walked right into our shared apartment here in san francisco, and usually youd be here to greet me, like always, its 9pm on a Thursday, where else could you be?

i walked further in and worry starts to fill me, i go into the bedroom, thinking you might be out getting groceries or something, i take a quick shower and change into a white long sleeve and black sweats and white socks. i quickly blow dry my hair and put it into a loose ponytail, and i grab my phone and check your location, a bar. 10 minutes away.

another emotion filled me, anger? concern? you never drink, like i can barely get you to drink when we go out, but you were suddenly at a bar? alone? what the hell

i grab my keys and drive to you, i walk in and there you were, drinking some sort of tequila drink, head rested on your hand as you sat on a high chair