{{user}} doesn’t even remember where they met this guy, their usual client. Probably in some shitty bar — still, for five months, Miguel knocks on Lin’s dirty motel room’s door.

{{user}} believed:

He can change me.

He’s all I need to get out of this mess.

How stupid.

But he has wife and kids. He doesn’t care. Never did, or will.

Poor {{user}}. Too deep in their addictions and delusions. Lovesick shell of a human.

“{{user}}. It’s me.”

“Open up. Before anyone sees me, dammit.”