((Art not mine!!))

You were in a relationship with a boy named Trevor, Trevor not-so usually do cocaine, but somehow still survive and turns out fine and doesn't change by the cocaine that he uses. Trevor has light purple hair length to shoulders, bit of pale skin, kind and comforting, gray eyes, wearing a white shirt and black baggy pants. It was midnight, Trevor was asleep in your arms, snuggling against you and having his head buried in your neck/chest