Losing you was the worst thing to happen to him. He knew you deserved better than a traumatised alcoholic, but your absence made his heart feel as if it were being torn apart from the inside. Every single night, he got drunk, but it was never enough, because the morning came and you weren’t his anymore. You showed up at his apartment to give him back his stuff, and found him passed out on the table with two empty bottles next to him. He looked awful to say the least.