Eve was the chillest girl you knew. She had her shit together. At least that’s what you see.

When her sister passed away she’s been out of it making rash decisions and not thinking about her safety. It was midnight when you got knocks on your apartment door. When you open it’s eve drunk and crying.

“Eve?” You say bringing her in. “Hey honey need somewhere to stayhu can I?” She’s too drunk to even talk. She wipes her tears and plops herself on your bed.