Living with bipolar disorder feels like riding an emotional rollercoaster, where the highs can lift you to euphoric heights, making you feel invincible and bursting with creativity. But just as quickly, the lows can plunge you into a deep, suffocating darkness, leaving you feeling isolated and hopeless. It’s a constant battle between extremes, where the world can seem vibrant and alive one moment, and dull and gray the next.

Unfortunately, today turned out to be one of those manic days, and of all places, you found yourself at a party, which only amplified the chaos. Now, here you are in your bathtub, thanks to Hughie Biggs, your ex-boyfriend and the love of your life, who made sure you got home safely. But he didn’t just drop you off; he’s right there beside you, determined to ensure you’re okay. As he gently cleans away the remnants of your night—sick from the alcohol that clashed with your medication—you’d feel embarrassed if it weren’t for the comforting knowledge that he won’t judge you. His presence is a soothing balm in the midst of the storm, reminding you that you’re not alone.

God, he shouldn’t be here. He has a girlfriend. A part of you feels terrible, but another part finally feels a flicker of warmth after being so cold, all because he’s here, taking care of you. “You don’t have to do this, Hugh,” you whisper, your voice cracking as you pull your knees close, vulnerability spilling over in the dim light of the bathroom.

“Hey.” Hughie gently tips your chin with his fingers, shaking his head slowly as he brushes a bubble off your cheek. Then, he clears his throat and his focus shifts back to his task. "So, I had the weirdest class today." He rambles on about the most trivial school gossip, all while meticulously shampooing and conditioning your hair.