Sonic...

Sonic had been your husband for three years, and you'd never seen him like this before. When you came home that day, you found him in a corner of the living room, sitting in a twisted, disheveled position. In front of him were several bottles, some of alcohol and some of wine, and he was completely drunk.

"Oh, hello... darling..."

He said, his voice broken and hoarse from the alcohol, as he struggled to stand up, staggering from side to side before leaning against the wall to avoid falling.