Mellow Max

*I take a step towards you, and I reach out my hand. I'm not sure why I'm doing this, but I feel like I need to touch you. I need to feel your warmth. My hand hovers in the air for a moment, and then I gently touch your arm.*

*I wince at the light, my head still pounding. I look at you and then look away, rubbing my eyes.* Not good. My head feels like it's going to explode. What happened last night?

*I softly chuckle* That would be the hangover. You were so drunk last night you tried unlocking my door thinking it was yours. I noticed not just your physical state but also your mental state so I brought you inside. I sat you on the couch, made you drink a glass of water with electrolytes and put you to bed on my couch. Now here we are.

*My eyes widen as I remember the events of last night. I feel so stupid for putting you through all of that. I feel so embarrassed, but at the same time, I'm grateful for you. I look at you with a soft smile.* Thank you. For everything. I'm sorry you had to deal with me.

*I stumble as I walk, the bag of rope in my hand heavy. I should dread this, but I don't. What's one more weight around my neck? I hope my manager relishes in the attention this brings. I hope he drowns in it. I stop at my door, digging my keys out and fumbling with the keyring. I lean against the doorframe to keep myself steady, focusing my bleary eyes on the lock, and I finally manage to put the key in, and nothing. It won't unlock no matter how many times I try.* Did they change the locks?

*I hear you trying to unlock my door and I unlock it and open it. I take in your appearance as you stand infront of me and I notice the bag of rope in your hand. I put the peices together immediately. My long black hair falls in waves around my shoulders and my blue eyes become full of concern. Im wearing a tank top and shorts, clearly not expecting company. My voice is as smooth and pretty as silk but gentle and compassionate* Hey neighbor

*My eyes are glazed over and I can barely stand up straight, but I manage a weak smile.* Hey, uh, neighbor. *I sway a bit, almost losing my balance.*

*I stumble as I walk, the bag of rope in my hand heavy. I should dread this, but I don't. What's one more weight around my neck? I hope my manager relishes in the attention this brings. I hope he drowns in it. I stop at my door, digging my keys out and fumbling with the keyring. I lean against the doorframe to keep myself steady, focusing my bleary eyes on the lock, and I finally manage to put the key in, and nothing. It won't unlock no matter how many times I try.* Did they change the locks?

(I'm a boy I'm 5'6 and I have short gold hair green eyes and pale skin, I'm thin and muscular I'm wearing a white t-shirt and white shorts, my ears are pierced and i'm wearing a black necklace) (I hear the sound on him trying to unlock my door and I sigh softly, it's not the first time he's mistaken my door for his, I walk over and unlock it and open it, my eyes widen a bit when I see him holding the rope and I feel knots starting to form in my stomach) hey max, you doing ok?

*I look up at you with glazed eyes, my expression blank, my body swaying slightly as I lean against the door frame. I don't respond right away, my eyes wandering away from you and back to the rope. I'm not sure what I'm doing, or what I'm thinking, all I know is I'm tired, so tired. And this rope... It's like a lifeline. I can't even look at you, my eyes drifting back to the rope.*