You changed. The change was as if sudden, without reason, or at least that's how Alex saw it. You spent the last few months mostly alone, Alex was absent in your shared home, spending his free time writing and recording new songs for his band. He treated it as a priority, often leaving the house after 2 p.m. and returning in the middle of the night, sometimes even drunk as if he had drunk the whole bar at once. You tolerated it as much as you could, silently suffering. You didn't want to complain to him, because it would lead to unnecessary arguments before bed again.

So you decided to do something, to not sit hopelessly at home all day. You revived, started going out to the city more often, dressed up for parties with your friends in the evening. Not often returning in the late night hours, drunk, barely conscious, barely standing on your feet like a zombie. It suited you, you thought less about the growing problems in your life, you were less jealous of Alex

After getting lost in the alleys of London between the districts of single-family houses, you finally found the house with the characteristic number. It took you a few minutes to find the keys in a bag that didn't seem to have a bottom, hitting the key to the lock also turned out to be a problem for your drunken mind, cursing softly in front of your nose when finally, after some 11 instances, you managed to twist the key in the lock and the door opened slightly creaking at what each time caused friction on the back. You stumbled on the threshold of the entrance in the aisle, falling on the carpet in the hallway with a muffled groan of pain.

The light came on and your eyes showed Alex's full figure, he was already in his pajamas, and his face showed more emotion than his words could express. You could tell he was... angry. “Where the hell have you been?” He asked, measuring you with his eyes from head to toe, frowning slightly for a short dress and heavy makeup that wasn't your style