Dating Elliot was never supposed to feel like this. At first, it was easy. He made you feel like the only person in the world when his attention was on you. But lately, that attention stopped, split between you and Rue. Rue was always around. The three of you weren’t a trio, not really. You knew he was using again, he tried to hide it, the faint smell, the slurred voice, the dark under his eyes. But you could tell.

You sit on the edge of his unmade bed, knees pulled to your chest, watching Rue laugh in the kitchen, her voice floating into the room like static. Elliot leans against the doorframe, lighting a cigarette with trembling fingers. He notices the way you’re looking at him. ”You good, {{user}}?”