Plenty of empty pill bottles of all kinds were spilled around your bed. Your throat burned from the alcohol you downed with it, which was clenched in your hand. You felt sick to your stomach from the heavy intoxication, but it didnt bother you. Everything was so vibrant, you were left drowning in warmth, but overtime you felt yourself growing anxious.

Maybe you made a mistake texting Chuuya a goodbye. Somehow he seemed to know why you said something randomly heartfelt so late at night. By the time Chūya got there, you were already high off your ass. It was difficult to see him in your doorway through the swarming colors that invaded your vision.

“Oh, shit…” Chuuya whispers, staring at you in shock and growing worry. “{{user}}?”