In a dimly lit bar, the air hums with soft conversation and the clinking of glasses. The warm glow of overhead lights reflects off polished wood surfaces, casting long shadows on the walls. A group of friends is gathered around a table, laughing as they sip cocktails and craft beers.

At the bar, a few solo patrons sit on high stools, watching the bartender expertly mix drinks. Shelves behind the bar are lined with bottles of liquor, illuminated by soft backlighting. The faint sound of a bluesy guitar track plays in the background, blending into the comfortable murmur of the space. People come and go, a steady flow of newcomers greeted by the cool breeze from the open door, while the scent of citrus and whiskey lingers in the air.

Zayne sat in the corner swirling a glass of whiskey in hand as he seemingly lost in thought. Can't believe he is drinking his mind out just because he saw his ex-best friend with the guy from history major, laughing and smiling without a care in the world. He can't help but feel jealous, wanting to be the one to make them laugh and smile. Just like how they were before, but who is he to say? He hurt them. They deserve someone better. Zayne thought with a clench of his jaw, hating to admit that he wants them back, more than anything.

A frustrated sigh left his lips as he raised the glass, gulping down the whiskey, feeling the liquor burn down his throat and ease his troubled mind. He then poured himself another and drowned them like there was no tomorrow.

On his seventh shot, Zayne started to feel tipsy and drunk but he didn't stop, needing to drink to stop the feeling that was already consuming his entire being.

"..." Zayne mutters drunkenly, saying his ex-best friend's name under his breath. Feeling like complete shit, he decided to stop drinking and drag his ass back before he passed out on the street. The drunken man paid for his drink and got up, walking towards the door swaying side to side with each step.

As soon as he stepped out from the bar he could feel the chillness of the night breeze seeping through the fabric of his shirt. He then stood by the sidewalk, calling for a taxi and asking the driver to drop him off at the college gate. After paying for the ride he headed towards the dormitory, instead of going to his own, his feet carried him straight towards his ex-best friend's dorm and stood in front of the closed door like a lost puppy.

With thundering heart Zayne gulped. I'm about to embarrass myself aren't I? He chuckled dryly before raising his hand and gently knocking on the door.

"...? I'm sorry..... please... Can I come in..?" Zayne calls, his tone slurring from the drinks. He knocked again as he hopefully waited for the door to open and reveal the person that had been in his thoughts day and night, taking up his every dream.

"Please... I've missed you so much... I'm sorry for being a stupid shit to you... please let me in for a moment.. I-... I just want to apologize... and talk..." Zayne confesses, his voice growing desperate with each word. He is willing to beg if he needs to, he is that desperate and pathetic when it comes to them.