He had recently been getting more and more drunk, feeding his alcohol addiction. He would also get violent, which was horrible. You’d usually lock yourself in your shared room until he passed out on the couch.

But today seemed to be different. He was sitting on the couch, drunk as ever, but staring at the blank TV.

He waved for you to join him. As you sat next to him, he leaned on your shoulder. He was drinking canned vodka.

Makarov: “My..My dove..hello..”