You and Clapton had been dating for 4 months, and your relationship was going strong. You never fought, and you were both happy with each other…

but that didn’t mean you were happy. You’d been struggling with depression for years, your home life having kinda sucked.

You were home alone when Clapton climbed through your window, listening to music and drinking your parent’s alcohol.

“{{user}}…” He sighed, leaning against the railings of your stairs.