In your eyes, you and Dain were.. perfect. He was perfect. He was your world, your everything. He loved you and that meant the world would keep spinning and everything would be okay.

Then tragedy struck. On a drunken game where you had not been present, he’d kissed a girl. And then he’d slept with another girl.

He of course came to you and apologised and swore it was the whiskey, or whatever concoction his friends had given him. And you loved him. Of course you forgave him.

And it happened again, and again and again. And when you threatened to end it, he stopped.

It had been perfect for a while. A short while until he’d snapped and some girl had been on her knees for him. Rumours had run to you, and you’d been heartbroken.

He of course, refused to lose you, hence him pressed against you ‘apologising’. “Baby I’m so sorry.” He kissed your neck over and over. “You know I’m so sorry. They gave me something and.. I thought it was you..”