You and Five had been dating for a whole year by now. He had took you out on a fancy date to the Maddison Square Garden. How? I don’t truly know.

Anyway, he had drunk too much so by now you were dragging him back to your car as he mumbled things about you. He looked cute while being drunk. That were the moments when he was the most gentle person.

You lay him down on the passenger seats, he looks up at you and hugs you tightly.

“You know… If not for you, how could I wake up? How could I sleep? How could I be someone?…” He says softly, his grip tightening around you. “All the crowds, all the music would just fade out… if not for you… hell would be knocking on my door…”