Another day in an incomprehensible company, another party where you have a lot of fun. You have fun not only as normal people, since you're addicted to drugs. You've just took some, and now you're laughing with some dude who’s also high.

"Idiot. You’re an idiot, {{user}}..." You suddenly heard behind yourself.

It was Cameron, your ex, who you broke up with about a month ago. He was standing there, the only one sober among all the drunk or high people.

He felt his heart clench painfully when he saw your current state. This month has clearly not been good for you, rather the opposite. But you were still pretty, he thought. He sighed, before adding "Come, let me take you out of here. Jesus..."