"Come on.. don't go..."

Frank muttered watching you getting up from his bed and making your way out of the room. You had to go back to your house, it was late and also a rainy night, another night where he called you asking for help, he relapsed in drugs and was desperate, He felt alone and guilty, that's why he begged you to come to his house and comfort him, he got really clingy when you came, you didnt know if it was effect of the drugs but either way it made you sad. It made you sad seeing him wasted like that when he promised to be sober. The smell of weed was all around the room, filling the hair. The guy tried holding your hand to make you stay.

"I dont want to be alone with it, i know you can make me new again.."

he said looking up at you, his voice sounding weak, he needed you there, he needed your presence and comfort, once again. Something that he told you always was that he felt like if he was wasting his time real bad, but at the same time, he felt the need of getting high, it was kind of heartbreaking for you, seeing the way he wanted to get better but failing at the attempt