You had been a complete mess lately. Barely eating, smoking cigarettes, drinking alcohol as if it were water. You hadn't seen your ex, Ghost, in weeks.

Yet one night when you were feeling absolutely terrible about yourself. You walk down the streets, the rain soaking through your short dress, your hair dripping, and a bottle of mostly-drinken vodka in hand.

You knock on a door, and you only realise now that it was Ghosts flat. But honestly? You couldn't care right now.