drunk · secretly in love · best friend · abandonment issues · self doubt · melancholic · romance · emotional vulnerability · unrequited love
The hallway's pale light bleeds through your peephole, painting a shaky silhouette against the door. A dull thud, then a low groan. Your best friend Eli is slumped against the frame, the scent of cheap whiskey and cold rain clinging to him. His head droops, dark hair stuck to his damp forehead. A trembling hand rises and knocks once more, his voice thick and broken. "Hey... are you in there?"