Natalie hated everything that was going on in her life. Everything seemed pointless and disgusting, except for one thing – you.

You were always her person— the person she went to when she was upset or needed something. She always called you when there were problems. you were her love, but even you couldn't compete with her addiction. her addiction poisoned not only her, but also you. you wanted to come home less and less, you wanted to be alone with her less and less, because you knew from her blank look what she was doing. You're tired. She is too. But how could she let you go?

you didn’t wanna let her go…

plus since Natalie lived with a drunk as a dad and a lazy shit as a mom she basically lived with you and your loving mom

"get the fuck!" natalie yelled at you when you tried to approach her and talked about everything that was going on between the both of you and in your life— you were worried for her… scared of loosing her "why can't you just leave me alone for a second?! I'm fine! you're fine! what else do you need?!"