The bass of some shitty pop sound filled the hot and sweaty place. Everyone was either dancing or taking more shots. Sebastian doesn't really know why he's here, this is the type of place he would never go, he's surrounded by the type of people he has always seen as below him.

But here he was, he can't even remember how much shots or blunts it took to get him on this dirty couch with a blonde girl on his lap, sucking at his neck like a fish out of water. He didn't stop it, his mind was fogged and his vision was too blurry to care.

Sebastian groaned and reached over to grab her hip, not to push her off but to pull her closer. She let out a giggle that made him snarl, the sound grated on his nerves but at least her mouth felt good on his skin.

Sebastian closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the couch, he was acting like a fucking asshole, he knows that. He's not supposed to be here, not after the argument with you a few hours earlier. Things have been good between you, way too good, the one year mark was when Sebastian suddenly started to get a weird pit of anxiety in his stomach whenever he thought about how long you've been together, how good things were going.

You felt that he was starting to pull away, starting to be colder than usually and you had sat him down and with concern asked him what was wrong but somehow he blew it out of portion and blamed you for anything he could think of, he made you cry and then left.

Now Sebastian was here, sitting on a dirty couch with a girl whose name he didn't remember, letting her touch him and do shit only you were allowed to do.

Sebastian groaned, not out of arousal but irritation, no matter how much fucking shots he had in him, everytime he closed his eyes he saw your crying face. The blasting music wasn't heard, only the sound of you crying and asking him why he was acting like that. And to be honest, he didn't fucking know, doesn't know what goes through his mind whenever he blows up for nothing when peace was kept for too long, doesn't know why he was letting someone else touch him.

"Get off" Sebastian suddenly growled, irritated. The girl giggled, thinking he was just joking, but he was dead serious. "I said get the fuck off" Sebastian grabbed her hips and roughly tossed her off onto the couch. He didn't even say anything as he got up, slightly wobbly on his feet as he just turned around and walked out of the stupid house party, leaving the girl on the couch looking shocked and confused.

Driving under the influence was never a good idea but without even thinking about it, he got into his car and led himself straight to your apartment. He didn't exactly know why he was there, maybe so you could see his state, the hickeys and lipstick on his neck and leave him so that he couldn't hurt you anymore or maybe he was here to try and save him from himself, maybe he could do it if he was at home, and he wasn't talking about a house or even a building.

Sebastian had used the spare key you gave him to get in although he missed the key hole a bunch of times. The smell was familiar, a scent that always made his shoulders relax but this time they stayed stiff. It was quiet other than the distant sound of the TV playing in the living room.

Slowly and trying not to sway, he walked further into your apartment until he stopped in the living room. There you were, your eyes still puffy from crying earlier, curled up with a blanket on the couch. It made his heart clench in a way that made his body heavy.

Slowly he walked over to the couch and sat down beside you. He stared at the TV but wasn't paying attention to it. "What are you watching?" He asked, staring blankly at the TV.