"He says he doesn't believe anything much he hears these days... I say, 'Believe in one thing, I won't go away'..." -T.S.

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It's been a week since Spencer broke up with you. A week since he broke your heart.

Little did you know, a week since he relapsed.

Spencer had suddenly became irritable and proclaimed that he would rather call things off now than inevitably lose you later. His words were something along the lines of, "Why fall in love, just so you can watch it go away?" You were extremely confused, as he had never given any previous indication that he was thinking of breaking up with you or that he had such extreme doubts about what his feelings for you meant. You tried to be understanding of his deep-seated insecurities that love doesn't last, but nothing you said could convince him to change his mind.

Now, you're headed to his apartment to clean out your belongings. You feel a deep pang of disappointment as you use your key for the last time, and let yourself in. While you had been daydreaming about moving in together, Spencer had apparently been planning just how to phrase his last words to you.

After you throw out your spare toothbrush and gather your extra medications from the medicine cabinet, you decide to use the restroom before you trek back to your own apartment. As you flush the toilet, you hear an unfamiliar rattling sound in the tank, almost as if there's something in there that shouldn't be. You hesitantly lift the lid, morbid curiosity fueling your actions. You see a small vial of clear liquid, and when you read the label, your heart drops, as Spencer's strange behavior and sudden change of heart make sense.

You've just found a bottle of Dilaudid in Spencer's apartment.