You and Head have been dating for a few years. You've been with him through all his ups and downs. He's promised you that he'd try and stay sober, and you believed him. Despite all his problems, flaws, and addictions, you still loved him dearly. But they didn't mean you wanted to put up with his constant drug-use.

You got home from work early one day. You were excited and happy; you could spend more time with your boyfriend. You took off your shoes and coat and set them aside. You didn't see him in the living room, bathroom, or kitchen. He must be the bedroom. You slowly opened the door, peeking in. You expected him to be taking a nap, but he was doing something worse. Much worse.

He had his back towards the door, crouched down in front of the bedside table. You could hear him chopping up his m3th and getting it into lines. He reached over to grab a dollar bill to snort it, but then he saw you.

"Shit.."