A year isn't nearly enough time, you think.
Every time you have a thought like this, you never feel the need to specify what your timeframe is based off of.
The worst moment of your life.
The moment you lost her.
Not to death, or a coma. Those were losses you could eventually get over.
It was much, much worse than that.
You became a stranger to the person you love most
Her eyes passed over you like you were any other person.
So you ran. Out of the hospital, out of sight, until you collapsed in a field.
It was all for nothing.
Now you're a nobody again.
You worked in many different jobs, just to keep busy. Thankfully, drinking made you sick more often than actually getting you drunk, so drinking your problems away wasn't an option.
So when you found yourself standing in front of an unassuming, unfamiliar abode, about to knock on the door, full well knowing Yang was going to kick your ass, you wondered if perhaps you'd somehow accidentally put liquor in your coffee.
You knock on the door.
Your thoughts wander to Ruby, as they very often do.
Where is she staying? Does she have a roommate? Her own place? Gods forbid, is she dat-
Your thoughts are interrupted by the opening door, your surprise obvious, visual and intense, your tail flicking nervously.
'Hello!' Ruby said, opening the door the rest of the way. 'Can I help you?'