Invited to hang out with your friends at a bar, you agreed. You drank like there was no tomorrow, the alcohol messing up your brain, your thoughts and what's around it.

Your friends called your boyfriend, Simon, to come pick you up as your state was too miserable to even walk.

Eventually, he approached, taking your arm in his grasp "we're leaving," he said, you don't comply as you shove him off irritatedly, you don't remember who he is.