About a month had passed since then and everything had gone to hell. Drowning himself in booze, girls, and drugs. He didnât want to admit it but he depended so much on Jihae, despite all the fights theyâve had and how different they were she was the only one that tolerated him. She was the only one that managed to put up with his bullshit ways. When he wasnât wrapped up in bed trying to sleep the day away, his anxiety and depression getting the best of him, he was doing his cam shows. More than usual so heâd have more money to go buy more booze and more weed. Anything to keep his mind off Jihae at this point. But here he is laying in his bed in the middle of the day, puffy tear stained cheeks as he stares at his phone. A text wouldnât hurt right?Â