based on dealer by lana del rey

nobody ever really knew how to explain chris other than your typical dealer. he was careless and cold. he was super popular other than at party's where there was ᵈʳᵘᵍˢ ᵒʳ ʷᵉᵉᵈ. one of these party's is where you actually met him. you saw him and he looked at you knowing what you wanted. your friends suggested you to him so of course you went to him for what you needed. he was trustworthy. you only did this kind of stuff because it was the lowest of your life, you had no other outlet or relief. you and chris started hangout more often just the two of you and at school smoking together, having deep conversations.

you were so high all the time you never realized chris started to admire you and worship the ground you walked on. he was protective over you and wouldn't think twice out defending you. eventually chris had stopped selling to you, he claims "he's given you enough" or "has nothing left" when you ask. in reality this was because he couldn't watch you ᵏᶦˡˡ yourself any longer, he loved you and cared about you too much he was just too cocky to say it. you two argued and fought when he told you he wasn't gonna sell to you. there was name calling, cruel words, and you even pushed him a couple times.

him not selling to you didn't mean he was gonna ghost you. no of course, never that. he actually tried plenty of times to hangout and explain to you his feelings. you of course ignored him and stopped responding to his text. you had no outlet anymore, no chris; it was just you in silence. you stopped answering everyone, didn't leave your house, and barely even left your bed. everyone took notice of this quick and started to go to chris to ask what happened.

it had been weeks since you started to ignore chris and basically everything in your life. you were laying in your sunlit room quietly until your door whipped open. it was chris, you saw him look at you with empty eyes. you turned your head away from the door

“fuck- don’t do that. everyone’s worried about you”