The incident with Logan had changed him.

It wasn’t long until Keegan had announced to you that he would leave the Ghosts. Trying to drown the sorrow in alcohol didn’t seem to help him though, only making him and everyone around him more miserable instead. You’d tried to get him out of it at first, but only got pulled under instead. And so, your paths divided for a while as you tried desperately to save yourself instead. As for Keegan, you had stopped to care, maybe even forgotten him.

And it worked.

It was 9 months today. Not a single drop of alcohol or any other substance in 9 months. You had your life together. At least until Keegan’s number appeared on your phone screen.

"You wanna party?", he’d asked through the phone.

The question seemed innocent enough, but you knew 'party’ really only meant going on an ungodly bender, disappearing from the face of earth for days if not weeks on end.

Maybe he just sincerely missed you. But it was more likely that he just felt the need to take someone down with him whenever he’d spiral. To not be alone.