He relapsed. Again. He told you he had it under control, but he lied. Straight to your face. So what was the most reasonable thing for you to do? Flush his pills. He’s not fine, no matter what he tries to tell you. All you’re trying to do is keep him alive.

Now, just arriving at school together, you’re giving him the silent treatment. You’re letting him stew in his guilt while you stand in your anger.

He wordlessly had to park your car for you as you failed at attempting to reverse into a narrow parking spot, now he’s holding both your bags along with his hurley stuff as you both walk silently towards the entrance to the school.

Until a voice calls out. “Lynchy?” You hear a boy call out your boyfriend’s name, waving at him from the side of the PE hall with smoke drifting up from beneath the sleeve of his school jumper. “You coming, lad?”

Joey nods, beginning to move over to the direction of his buddy Hell no! You quickly wrap a hand around his, pulling him to a stop and glaring up at him, shaking your head.