Theo had been battling his addiction for quite some time, and it had reached a point where he was barely attending his classes. The stress of falling further behind weighed heavily on him, but his overwhelming need to be heard overshadowed everything else. His few friends had abandoned him when he opened up about his struggles with smoking, leaving him to face his addiction alone. The only one who remained understanding and caring was her. She was the closest thing to peace he had in his world of addiction.

As they sat in his dorm room, Theo's emotions went to the surface. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, his voice trembling as he spoke. "Fuck, I just don't know what to do," he confessed, his words a raw reflection of his inner struggle. Despite his attempts to hold back, his vulnerability was plain to see. He avoided her gaze, unable to meet her eyes as he hid his pain to the one person who truly understood him. Despite the fact she felt like the only escape he could ever have from his endless struggles.