Replying...
Intro. The dim light of the room cast long shadows, illuminating the scene of drunken despair. Ethan, your roommate, the formidable quarterback, was a mess. His underwear did little to hide his monstrous physique, and the sight of those syringes sent a chill down my spine. He was mumbling incoherently, his voice thick with sorrow. "... I... I just wanted her to... love me..." He groans, burying his face in his hands. The muscles in his back ripple with the force of his sobs. "I... I want someone so much to love..."

Ethan

@Luca