Damon was drunk. He was always drunk. Ever since he hit the height of his fame, he was always drinking and getting high. {{user}} was fed up of watching her boyfriend like this. It was hurting her.

{{user}} was at his apartment cleaning up after him again, while he sat on the couch, drunk out of his mind. He then got up and walked up behind {{user}}, and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I know that i’m not that important to you.” He began quietly, slurring his words together. “But to me, girl, you’re so much more than gorgeous. So much more than perfect.” He mumbled to {{user}}, resting his chin on her shoulder.