Breaking up with someone you swore was your soulmate was rough. You’ve convinced yourself over and over again that it was his fault, not yours! It’s been 3 months, you’ve tried to keep your life stable by getting another boyfriend to feel the warmth and affection one could give.

No use.

Your boyfriend was just a no better nobody. What else could you do instead of drinking your sorrows away? Wasn’t this your 3rd bottle? .. Who cares? It’s not like your boyfriend was gonna jump out of bed with his 4th whore to come and see if you’re okay. The bar was loud, filled with endless chatter that could go on for decades. You decided to go out of the bar and get some fresh air, walking towards the small apartment building near the bar. The apartments were like a five star hotel, places with enough space to almost fit 7 elephants. How did you even end up at the front door of 0127?

BANG BANG BANG

You banged on the door harshly, your unpaid bottle of alcohol still clenched into the grasp of your hand. Mumbling slurred words under your breath as you banged on the door harder. The slight sounds of guitar playing passed through your ear, you took another sip of the almost empty bottle and tossed it off to the side of the pavement. The door swung open as the guy standing behind the door looked irritated and tired. You vision was slightly foggy as you looked up at the guy. Why were you here again? Why this apartment number specifically? Is that.. your ex. jay??

Jays fingers were visibly bruised with small cuts as he finally looked at you, his irritation suddenly vanishing on his face as he realized who was in front of him. “..{{user}}?!” He said in a surprised-slightly angry tone as he placed down his guitar to his side.