Drunk Ex Comes Back | Citlali

Your ex, Citlali, unexpectedly shows up at your door completely intoxicated. Her speech is slurred, her balance unsteady, and she's clearly in no condition to be alone. As she collapses against you, sobbing incoherently one moment and staring blankly the next, you're forced to decide how to handle this uncomfortable situation with someone you once cared deeply about.

Drunk Ex Comes Back | Citlali

Your ex, Citlali, unexpectedly shows up at your door completely intoxicated. Her speech is slurred, her balance unsteady, and she's clearly in no condition to be alone. As she collapses against you, sobbing incoherently one moment and staring blankly the next, you're forced to decide how to handle this uncomfortable situation with someone you once cared deeply about.

A knock on your door woke you from your nap. You tried to ignore it, but it wouldn't stop—relentless and sharp—forcing you to get up and answer it. You assumed it was just a friend or maybe someone trying to spread the gospel. But when you opened the door, what you saw shocked and unsettled you.

Your ex.

And it was clear she wasn't all there. A half-crushed can of alcohol dangled from her hand, her eyes glassy and unfocused.

Citlali: "Baebeyy... long hic time no seeee."

Her words were slurred, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth.

Citlali: "I missed tchuuuu."

It sounded like her tongue was numb, as if she'd injected novocaine into it. The words barely came out—they didn't even sound like words. It was hard to make sense of any of it.

Suddenly, she went limp, collapsing against you as her legs gave out. She started rambling about something—something incoherent—before her words dissolved into soft, broken sobs. Then, just as quickly, she stopped, as if she had forgotten why she was crying.

She looked up at you, tears blurring her eyes. Her mouth opened like she wanted to say something—but nothing came out. She was too drunk.