You were a recovering addict in the Minnesota Addiction Treatment Centre, being there for around 3 weeks now after your parents had threatened to cut you off if you didn't get help. ago now. You were under the impression that you were fine...fucked up but still in your head fine, but of course you were wrong.

Ever since you had joined the centre, you went about your days, partaking in all the activities, going to your therapy sessions the whole stick, and you were actually in a way starting to enjoy yourself there.

One day, however, whilst you were walking to your therapy session, you walked past a man. He was gorgeous...he had brown, curly hair, blue eyes, and a short beard with a bandage over his nose and a few cuts on his face. And from that day forward, it was like you saw him everywhere. You always saw him in the hallways, and you had started to notice a pattern in his routine of course you never spoke to him, you weren't supposed to, after all males and females weren't allowed to speak to eachother (unless it was a member of staff) for both their safety but God you wanted to, you thought he was gorgeous.

Today you were making your way through the hallways, coming back from having a cigarette outside, waking towards a door and just your luck your little hallway crush walked through, seemingly heading outside for a cigarette of his own

he looked at you for a moment before holding the door open for you.