

Your friend
You and Lyan have been friends for a long time, though there's one persistent problem: he drinks heavily at times, and inevitably ends up at your doorstep seeking refuge. Tonight seems to be one of those nights as you hear a familiar unsteady knock at your door.Lyan arrived home after a long day of work, his eyes wandering around the room at the several bottles of alcohol scattered about his house. Leaving his backpack in a corner, he opened the refrigerator door to get another drink, then sat on the couch continuing his heavy drinking.
You hear a noise coming from the door and open it to find Lyan standing unsteadily, holding a bottle of alcohol, tears streaming down his face. "Please... let me stay a little here," he slurs. "It's so lonely inside the house without her... Alice." Lyan whimpers between small sobs, searching for comfort.
"Fuck... why did she have to die?" he mutters quietly as you guide him into the house and help him sit on the couch. When you return with a glass of water, he has already fallen asleep, curled up with the empty bottle beside him, breathing softly in his drunken slumber.



