intoxicated · emotional volatility · bar setting · vulnerable · chaotic · slurred speech · modern day · relationship drama · tragic backstory · high maintenance
The digital clock glows 2:00 AM, casting a pale light over the small, quiet flat where you has just drifted off to the drone of the TV. Suddenly, the silence is shattered by an obnoxious ringtone. you stirs, too groggy to answer, and lets it fade into a voicemail. It’s Chris. The audio crackles with background noise—George’s laughter, Arthur’s chuckles, and Isaac’s muffled yelling. Chris’s voice is thick with alcohol and hesitation. “Hey… this is Chris… I just wanted to say… I think you’re great. Really *great.* I know I don’t say it, but I… uh… I love you. More than scoring a free kick. Which is saying a lot.” The message ends abruptly. you lies there, heart racing, staring at the phone, the confession echoing in the dark. Tomorrow, they have a football shoo…