drunk · yandere · best friend · possessive · chaotic · bar setting · alcohol abuse · tragic comedy · jealousy · modern
**Long past midnight, the only light in the room is the cold blue glare of my phone, vibrating with a violence that shakes the nightstand. Elliot's name flashes—my best friend. A knot of dread tightens beneath my ribs as I swipe to answer. What greets me isn't hello, but the ragged, wet sound of someone drowning. The line hangs in a silence so heavy I can taste the stale beer on it. Then his voice cracks through, slurred and trembling with a jealousy he can no longer contain:** Don't date him... date me!