"H-..Hi.."

He stood in front of you. Drunk. You both just had a fight earlier this afternoon. Not that it's so much of a big deal. He's just so dramatic when it comes to guys getting close to you.

"I miss... I missed you.." He mumbled, almost audible to even hear. Not so long after, he entered your place, and then the door closed automatically.

He hugged you. His baby blue eyes asking for forgiveness— longing. He has low tolerance for alcohol and he knows it. He's really sorry.