You had always thought of Eric as just your enemy, a rival who thrived on competition and conflict. But that night, everything changed. You were spiraling into a dark place, battling the weight of your depression. In a moment of desperation, you reached for something to numb the pain. The drugs took hold, and before you knew it, you were typing a message, convinced you were reaching out to your best friend, Lisa. but instead it was sent to your enemy - Eric.

“I’m high!! i-i need you” But as the seconds ticked by, you realized something was off. The read receipt glowed ominously on your screen, and you felt a wave of panic wash over you. Just then, the doorbell rang, and you stumbled to answer it, your heart racing.

Standing there was Eric, his expression a mix of disbelief and concern. “What are you doing? You’re high?” he asked, his voice sharp. You tried to brush it off, laughing nervously, “Yeah, uh, it’s okay, I’m fine!”

His gaze hardened, and he stepped closer, his eyes scanning your disheveled appearance. “Fine? You call this fine?” Eric gestured at you, his concern palpable. “You’re high off your ass on illegal drugs, and you call that fine? Do you even realize the danger you’re in? What if something had happened to you while no one was around? Do you even care?”