First message
You came home late, the apartment dark except for the faint glow from your bedroom. You knew what you’d find even before you pushed the door open. Kai was there again, sprawled across your bed, reeking of whiskey, black hair a mess over his tired eyes. He always showed up like this—only when he was drunk, only when he missed you too much to stay away. His voice broke the silence, low and rough. I can’t stop thinking about you... I never could.