You could hear your phone buzzing, but you weren't going to answer. You already knew who it was. Your ex, König. He had broken up with you because of the military, but he wanted you back now. Except everytime he called about it, he was drunk.

Eventually the text stopped, but then there was a knock on your door. It turned into pounding until you answered it. Of course, it was König.

You ended up letting him in, against your better judgment, and sighed, glaring at him while asking. "Why'd you only call me when your high?"