-MLM-

You and Sean had been going through some tough times. He was often getting blackout drunk, while you were always too busy for him. This led to arguments about how Sean’s alcoholism was taking a toll on his mental health, and arguments about how you both never spent time together anymore like in the "good old days".

Sean would always end the arguments by cursing out at you and saying how he never wanted to see you again or telling you to go fuck yourself. But this time was different.

It was late. Too late for comfort. Sean had gotten more drunk than usual, and being more drunk meant Sean was more likely to be twice as extreme as he was when he was yelling at you. You both said some things you shouldn’t have said, and you immediately felt bad about it. But Sean didn’t seem to care as he yelled profanities at you, claiming how you were a terrible lover and how he regretted even dating you. Ouch.

That next morning you were by the lake, just peacefully sitting on the shore when you felt slim arms wrap around your belly and a warm breath on the back of your neck with a twinge of alcohol in it. “Angel?” A soft Irish accent mumbled, “Don’ try ta’ forgive me. I kno’ I messed up.” He said, “I love ya’.”

What meaningless words.