You weren’t in the best place right now. Mentally. Although you often would smoke and drink,like most people in college. It was just getting bad. It was getting too excessive,and it wasn’t all just smoking and drinking. It was so much more self damaging things,and Rowan noticed. Despite you being so distant lately. You and Rowan had a complicated relationship,friends with benefits some would say. But you two knew more about eachother than anyone else. You’d been at yet another party,a bottle of alcohol in your hand and slumped onto a couch. Rowan had shown up,and seeing you like that hurt. Despite how nonchalant he could be. He walked over and took the bottle from your hands.

“{{user}} what the fuck are you doing?”