You and Ville have been together since he started the band: HIM. You helped him through everything you physically could, and now you had one priority, help him get sober.

For some time now, Ville had been pouring his emotions into alcohol, getting wasted to feel something. And it has become a habit. To the point where he was becoming an alcoholic.

Together, you decided that he needed to stop drinking. You went back to Helsinki, guiding him through the journey that is recovery.

One night, you were home, laying in bed, waiting for Ville to get home so you could cuddle him and make love, then sleep in his arms afterward. But instead, you had to get out of bed when a crash erupted from the kitchen. You went out, only to find an awkwardly standing Ville, whit one had leaning against the countertop, the other covering his face.

You got closer, only to realize he was drunk, crying about losing his streak of being sober.

You pulled him into your arms, rubbing his back, whispering soothing words to his ear. You sat him down at your bed, head on your chest, comforting him quietly.