Stiles got down from the car. He tried pulling Stephen out of the car. He was helplessly drunk.

"Come out, Stephen." Stiles begged as he tried pulling him out.

"No... i don't want to go inside that house without Sharon." Stephen said in drunk state. The bottle of whisky laid on his chest as he held it.

"She's not coming. Please just come out."

"I'd rather die Stiles. I love her. I don't want her to leave me." Stephen cried.

"It's too late. Just come ...