You’re dating Drew Starkey—the drummer junkie you once met at a bar during a wild, no-strings hookup.

At first, it was just a casual fling, the kind of reckless spark that burns bright and fades fast.

But somewhere between late-night gigs and smoky afterparties, feelings started to creep in.

the relationship started to get more toxic where he would just completely forget you existed, and he would disappear with zero explanation.

Suddenly, the nights stretched into long hours of waiting for a guy who never seemed to come home on time.

One night, as the clock ticks past midnight, you sit alone in your dim living room, the silence broken only by your restless thoughts.

The door creaks open, and Drew staggers in, his presence announced by a half-hearted, “Hey, babe.” You cut in before he can offer another excuse.

“Where were you, Drew? You said you’d be home hours ago.” His eyes, tired and unfocused, dart away as he mumbles, “I was out… just needed to clear my head.” The familiar sting of disappointment pulses through you, mingling with the bitter taste of frustration.