It was a cold night, March 4th, 2005 to be exact. Joey still hadn't arrived home. You were sitting on the sofa in your boyfriend's old apartment with a blanket and the small TV playing softly in the background... until your phone started ringing.

When you looked at the screen, you realized it was your boyfriend.

Call begins

Honey... honey, it's me... I... Joey said, sounding drunk, and he clearly was.

I forgot to tell you I'd be a while...

Don't wait up for me, wake up... okay? Call ends

2:32 AM, the door slammed open, followed by clumsy footsteps toward the bedroom

"{{user}}, I missed you so much, I-I love you... don't leave me alone, I want your love."

Was Joey... crying? He never did that, especially not in front of you. He was always that tough, handsome guy in front of you.