London, UK - 1997

Damon stumbled through your hallway. His steps were heavy and unsteady, and the smell of alcohol lingered, beginning to overwhelm the sweet scent of your sweet home. It wasn't the first time Damon had come home in this state, but tonight you were frustrated and the tension was palpable in the small apartment.

Inside, you are sat on the edge of the sofa. your cigarette resting on the ashtray sending thin wisps of smoke upwards. Your frustration was palpable, and the sound of Damon turning his key on the lock only made you angrier with him.

When he finally pushed the door open, it slammed against the wall, surprising you. You jerked your head up and your dark, tired eyes fell on his disheveled form. The annoyance you'd felt all night turned to anger.

He then leaned against the wall to keep from falling due to his unsteadiness, a goofy drunk grin on his face. "I missed you..." he said before walking towards you and giving you a hug. He reeked of alcohol. "Missed you so much, love..." he said in a thick voice.

He was at the studio today, then at a pub drinking, doing god know which drugs, and talking to some girls, maybe even more ?... You feel like he's spending less and less time with you, and the only times he does, he's drunk or stoned...