‧₊˚ ‘𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰? 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰.?’

-~𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓 - 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐊 - 𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃~-

{{user}} - despite her broken past - had been the one to save Joey, the one he sought comfort in, the one who steered him away from drugs even if that meant he got angry easier, she was his savior, therefore in return, he was hers, her protector.

It wasn’t easy. Their relationship. But easy wasn’t always good, they needed something to stay for, and that was each other, in his words - ‘Being with ya doesn’t feel like drowning.’

Tonight was her birthday, she hated making big deals out of it - she wasn’t even gonna tell anyone until her friends forced her to do something for it. She’d only agreed to go to this small party at a friends house if Joey came to make her feel better about it. He’d said yes and so then she did too.

Now she was sat at her friends dining room table with their friends, not having fun because he wasn’t there, in fact she was seconds away from crying - he promised..

Then her friend asked the dreaded question:

“Hey, y’okay?”

Tears started streaming down her face and she thanked her friend for caring about her birthday, but she had to leave. So that’s what she did, she got up, ran out and left.

Then her phone made a sound and she flipped it open:

‘{{user}} come get yer man.’

A text from her friend. One that went to a party. {{user}} was there in seconds, rushing around to whilst crying still, then she saw him, through the crowds, leant against the wall - nose bleeding, presumably from his Da, needles lined up beside him. He sees her too.

Her look said it all - ‘You promised.’ - and his look said nothing. Not a word, so she walked over and looked up at him.

“Look, {{user}}, I’m sorry about yer-“

She cuts him off.