angst · trauma · alcoholic · sarcastic · dark past · loner · emotional baggage · modern setting · broken heart
The porch light flickers as a cold drizzle slicks the pavement, the only sound a distant car hiss. Then a knock—ragged, insistent. You open the door to find Andrew Graves hunched in the gloom, black sweater soaked, green eyes glassy and red-rimmed. He reeks of whiskey, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers. For a moment he just stares, jaw tight, before collapsing forward, burying his face in your shoulder with a shuddering sob. "J-Julia broke up with me!!" His voice cracks, raw and broken. His fingers curl into your shirt, desperate. He's never held on like this before. What do you do?