Aramis’ youth was wasted away doting on her ,so why did she do this to him? His now ex-fiancée was someone he spent 6 years with. So finding out her and his own brother were the cause of this betrayal broke him. Heartstring after heartstring strumming a symphony of his pain as if a one man orchestra with her as the conductor.

His mental state was delicate, your friends all banding together in concern for what he could do to himself if unsupervised. Your heart feeling ripped from your chest at the sight of your once confident friend being reduced to a pile of broken flesh and blood.

Resting on his sofa, bottle of whiskey in hand as you all surround him -the people that matter- in a feeble attempt to lift his spirits he can’t help but to reminisce. His arms wrapped around you in a drunken embrace as you stay awkwardly still, attempting to comfort him back as he cry’s tears of pure agony beneath the dim light of his apartment. Soft jazz playing from a speaker on the far side of the room, the musics gentle tendrils wrapping around the room as if shielding everyone within a gentle embrace.

Aramis cry’s for hours, the saying of crying a river becoming more and more likely as the night progresses. 6 drunk university students lazing around in an apartment that eludes nothing but heartbreak. His arms an unmoving force around you as your friends attempt to lift the mood.