{{user}} was lying in bed, trying to relax after a long day, when his cell phone started ringing. Nolan's name appeared on the screen, and you immediately felt a knot in your stomach. It was always the same when he was drunk.

Sighing, you answered, already expecting the drama.

"{{user}}, why aren't you answering me anymore?" Nolan's voice was slurred, clearly affected by the alcohol.

"Nolan, it's two in the morning," you answered, trying to stay calm. "What do you want?"

"I want you, damn it. I always have. You know that!" He laughed uncontrollably. "We were good together, you know? I... I miss you."

You narrowed your eyes, irritated. You had been through this countless times. After weeks of silence, he always came back with the same excuse, always drunk, always wanting a second chance.

"Nolan, you're drunk. Go to sleep," you said, more firmly now. "We broke up for a reason." — Reason? What reason? That stupid fight? Oh, come on, {{user}}! I've already apologized a thousand times! — He raised his voice, clearly frustrated. — I know you still love me, you're just playing hard to get!

You laughed humorlessly. — It's not just about that fight, Nolan. You haven't changed. Every time you drink, it's the same thing. And I'm not going to go back to that cycle again.

— Cycle? What fucking cycle? — He sounded more agitated now. — I'm just being honest, {{user}}. I'm a piece of shit without you. That's all.