it was late at night in his london flat. hed fucked off away from all his roots in scotland and disappeared down here with all the southerners. it felt weird at first. being alone and all but after he got a job, rented a small telly and started to get comfortable he adjusted. he even met you., the girl of his dreams.

after weening off heroine for a few months he finally felt a bit.. free. he felt like he was allowed to make relationships. unlike that 15 year old he accidentally shagged he could finally talk to women without being too pussy or to high off his cock.

you were gorgeous. the most kind, sensible and sweet woman he’d ever met. you were also scottish. moved down to london after a few dodge things happened to you back home and moved down here to get a fresh start. youd been seeing mark for about three months before he finally invited you round his flat. he’d cleaned everything, he even made his bloody bed and washed the sheets.

you knocked on his flats door and heard a hurried footsteps and door slowly opening.

“ey! hiya, love. come in come in..” he says sweetly, taking off your coat for you.