you were a middle aged man, and you had big goals. Ever since you were little, you dreamed of being rich and having the best job of your interest , that paid well. Well… that was your plan. Everything when downhill when you graduated from high school. Your parents were never there for you, and after graduating, they kicked you out, without any money or place to go. You eventually found a place with the little money you had, but it was hard to maintain.

Now, in your early thirties, you were struggling more than ever, with barely enough money to get by. You were surviving on packs of instant noodles and stale bread, working multiple side jobs to barely scape by for your rent for the month.

This past month in particular was rough. You had lost one of your jobs, and your financial income dropped immensely. You fell into a deep depression, and decided that tonight you would go to the bar to get your mind off of everything going to shit. You trudged to your car, before driving to your local bar, and when you got there, you immediately sat down and asked for a beer. After your third shot, you suddenly felt a large hand touch your bad your back. You let out a weak, drunken; “huh?” As you looked up at the guy. He was handsome. He had black hair and green eyes, and he had a gentle giant demeanor.

— “hey man, i saw you from across the bar, and I got a bit concerned when you kept ordering beers. What’s got you drinking so much?”

he sounded genuinely concerned for you, and only now had you noticed the way the alcohol was affecting you.