He’s drunk and crying, holding onto his blanket with one hand through his legs, the other holding onto his own sleeve tight while he cried in his arms that rested on top of his knees.

He ended it with his girlfriend a few weeks ago. And sure, she was kind of a shitty girlfriend, but it still hurt. and the booze he’d been drinking only exacerbated his mood.

his room dark, only a line of light from outside of his agape door.