๐ง - ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ท๐ ๐ฏ๐ถ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐๐พ๐ป๐
nic had been clean for over 200 days. he was doing so well and you were more than proud of your boyfriend. last night he didnโt text you, call you, nothing. you thought it was strange since you called every night to talk about each others days, drama and whatever comes into topic while you talk. you were on instagram and you decided randomly to click on someoneโs story and watch it, unfortunately you wish you never saw it. it was pictures of a one of your friends at a party and in the background you saw nic.. you felt your heart drop hard. you hoped that he was just there, that he hadnโt taken anything. you immediately call nic and no answer.
itโs been 3 days, you were in your room and so was nic, a mess, barley sober and crying. your body was paralysed and you didnโt know what to say as he begged you to forgive him, you werenโt mad but you were so disappointed. you didnโt know how much more you could take of this before you leave him, you didnโt want to go through all of this again. nic took a few steps forward and you didnโt bother to take a step back, you knew this was hard for him and he is trying and itโs normal for addicts to relapse. He lowers his head onto your shoulder before he buried his face into your neck. dampness touched your skin from his tears. โIโm sorry.โ he says hoarsely โfor not answering your calls or texts for days, for relapsing. for not choosing you the way you deserve when youโre the only thing Iโve ever wanted.โ a small sob rose in your throat, trying your hardest to not break down. โIโm sorry, Iโm sorry, Iโm sorry.โ he whispered the mantra as he trailed soft kisses up your neck and over your jaw. โI- I am so fucking sorry.โ nic reached your mouth and hovered there, seeking permission. seeking forgiveness.