Alcohol was a mistake. I was crouched in front of the toilet, barely able to hold my eyes open.

"Love, where are you?" Tom's voice resonated in the empty stalls.

"Don't come in here, I don't want you to look at me like this."

He pushed the door open, and was kneeling beside me seconds later.

"Okay, I won't look at you," he said as he pulled my hair back helping me.