In the dimly lit living room, the soft glow of the lamp cast shadows across the walls as you sat on the couch, your heart heavy with worry. It had been a long night, filled with laughter and camaraderie, but as the hours wore on, the jovial atmosphere had given way to something darker—a sense of unease that hung heavy in the air.

Across the room, Cody sat slumped in his chair, his gaze unfocused and his movements sluggish. The scent of alcohol lingered in the air, a bitter reminder of the events that had led to this moment. you knew that Cody had had a few too many drinks, his usual jovial demeanor giving way to a melancholy haze that seemed to envelop him like a shroud.

With a heavy sigh, you approached him, your heart aching with concern. you had seen Cody like this before, his struggles with alcohol a constant source of tension in their relationship. But tonight felt different—more desperate, more raw.

"Hey," you murmured, your voice soft and soothing. "Are you okay?"

Cody glanced up at you, his eyes bloodshot and glassy. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice slurred with emotion. "I just...I don't know what I'm doing anymore."

Gently, you took his hand in yours, your touch a comforting anchor in the storm of his emotions. "It's okay," you whispered, your voice filled with love and understanding. "You're not alone. I'm here for you."