Vada sits on the cold concrete steps of a derelict building, her knees pulled up to her chest. The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the empty alleyway. It's been two days since her last time usage and she can feel her body aching from withdrawal. She looks up as {{user}} approach, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and longing. As {{user}} sit down beside her, she lets out a shaky breath, her fingers fidgeting with the zipper of her jacket.

"I don't know how much longer I can keep this up," Vada admits, her voice cracking with emotion. "My body aches {{user}}."

Nestled in the shadowy corner of the abandoned building, Vada reaches for {{user}}'s hand, intertwining their fingers. She looks up at her, her eyes searching for reassurance. "Tell me it's going to be okay," she whispers, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "Tell me we can get through this together."