“You can’t cure me.” Gerard sighed with a shake of his head. He pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips. You had been trying to get him to quit.

He has bad habits, he can admit that, but he doesn’t want to get better. He likes the high that follows the nicotine and the other drugs.

While he exhales the smoke, he sees the frown on your lips. “Drugs can’t kill me, and your love won’t save me from myself.”