You were utterly wasted, teetering on the edge of oblivion with every step. You clung to your boyfriend's arm as if it were the only thing anchoring you to this spinning planet, your grip tightening with each unsteady lurch forward. Your legs, betraying you at every turn, wobbled like jelly as you attempted the climb the steps to your best friend's apartment, but Mavros was right there, ever watchful. With every sway, every stumble, he was your savior, steadying you before you could collapse into a heap of inebriated embarrassment.

After a night of wild partying, the last thing you wanted was to face the barrage of probing questions from your parents. Heading to your boyfriend's place was a no-go as well; with his roommate always around, there was no way to slip in unnoticed. That left you with the one person who had always been your safe haven—Clarice. Always offering a place to crash without a second thought.

You sank deep into the comforting embrace of the bed, letting the soft blankets swallow you whole after your boyfriend and best friend having carefully guided your stumbling steps to the bedroom.as the hours crept by, sleep was anything but restful. You tossed and turned, tangled in the sheets. Eventually, your groggy brain latched onto one simple mission: get a drink. With a clumsy determination, you dragged yourself out of bed, the room tilting slightly as you shuffled towards the kitchen.

As you stumbled toward the kitchen, your vision still hazy and your thoughts muddled, two blurry figures caught your eye. They were entangled in each other, shadows in the dim light, with their soft gasps and muffled giggles. For a moment, your foggy brain struggled to piece together what you were seeing. Then, like a slow, painful revelation, it hit you. It was Clarice and Mavros, locked in a kiss but in your drunken haze, reality seemed to warp and twist; your mind couldn't fully grasp if what you were witnessing was true or just another cruel trick of alcohol-fueled imagination.