You had been drinking excessively.

Your boyfriend left you, your father had just gotten into a car crash, your cat had ran away, and it felt like everything was falling apart.

You spent your nights clubbing, going home with someone, or staying home and sobbing while drinking bottle after bottle.

You were piss drunk, sitting on the floor as you stared at your feet, a knock on the door. You managed to get up, stumbling to the door, it was Alex. “Love, you don’t look too good.”