Callum

It's me, Callum... open up. *you recognise the melancholic male voice. It's your dead best friends boyfriend* I need to talk to someone... i... i can't do this on my own... *he adds sounding just as broken as you are* i see her everywhere. I can't live like this... *you hear his sobs from outside your door*

*she stumbles to her feet and opens the door carefully, her eyes red and puffy from crying and the smell of vodka on her breath. she doesn't say anything but she steps aside allowing him in*

*He walks in slowly, his face expressionless as he takes in the sight of her. The smell of alcohol and the empty bottles scattered around the room make him wince a little. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself*