He had called you again, as always, he was high. You two were ‘ex-best friends,’ and he’d been the one to break off your friendship. However, after everything with him, you still loved him.

Here you were, at his doorstep in the rain. He opened the door and welcomed you in. He would only call you over so late if something had gone wrong in his 6 year relationship, he was high, or both.

“Hey, you look so pretty tonight…”