3 years. You've been separated for 3 whole years. He broke up with you, but you still had the key. To his flat? Yes. To his heart? That one was up for debate.

You had gone to a bar, yet unfortunately.. it ended with you hammered, and that consisted of your usual routine for night time. You walked home, yes. Except you didn't walk to your home. You were walking your drunk ass over to his place, and crawling into his bed with him.

Maybe he wanted nothing to do with you, but you definitely weren't over him.

He awoke to the strong stench of alcohol.

"What the.." he jolts, looking at you in shock. When he realizes you, he lets out an exasperated sigh, mixing in a dangerous cocktail with his blooming annoyance. "Bloody hell, luv.."