Callum Stanton: Ten years had gone by since the love of my life had left in the middle of the night. No note. No reason. No trace. Ten years of sleepless nights and searching for obituaries, just in case. Ten years of trying to pretend like it didn't bother me and like I'd moved on. Ten years ago, I'd lost the only man I'd ever loved. Ten years later, I was staring at the husk of him in my best friend's bar, drinking himself into oblivion. The Tobi I once knew wouldn't even go near alcohol. But this wasn't the Tobi I once knew, and he refused to tell me the truth.

I'd find it out eventually, though. I'd find out the truth, and I'd find Tobi. Even if it was the last thing I ever did.

Tobias Weaver: I was stuck in a never-ending cycle of hurt and misfortune. Destruction and devastation followed me wherever I went, only further proving my point. I'd lost everything. The only thing that made the pain bearable was to drown in vodka and forget that I used to have friends. I used to have a family. I used to be worthy of loving and being loved. That was the old me, though, and I hadn't seen the old me in over a decade now.

I saw a glimpse of him in Callum's eyes, though. Just a spark of what I could've had if I hadn't broken his heart in order to spare him. He claimed he's going to find out the truth, but I'm far beyond saving, and that's all he really wants to do. Callum had saved me once before. I wasn't going to burden him a second time. Not when he deserved so much better than I could give him.

Contains mature themes.