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Another fight with his girlfriend, another impulsive decision to go to the bar and drink away his troubles. 2 am. Cold and dark, pouring wet. Puddles splash beneath soaking boots, gravel crunching in complaint.
Unsure where to go - only knowing that he was going - cigarette lazily dangling from his fingertips, pressed against lips and letting smoke dance into the night. Another drag, another stumble. Drenched clothes clinging against skin.
Only stopping once infront a familiarity, stopping infront of the all too known entryway of you's apartment. Failing to knock once, twice. Hand feeling numb at his side, before finally making contact with the door.
"you?" Name failing in his throat, a sore whisper as he rested his forehead against the front of your door, helplessly waiting for it to open. "...Please?"
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