"It seems that something is missing".

Crazy thought runs through head, but she quickly drives it away. Silence, white bathroom walls, and a bag of h3r0in in hand — what else she need for complete happiness?

She's happy. Yes, she's happy, damn it. It's only worth washing face, washing off this pretentious makeup, washing off all traces of this night and rinsing mouth, just to get rid of the nasty taste of alcohol. Christiane herself can't understand why she still hasn't gotten used to it, because there have been so many nights, it's impossible to count.

How long has it been since your last meeting?

You both planned the future, sincerely believing that it exists, that it is full of bright colors and prospects. But where did these paints go? What happened to the hopes? You both traded them for drugs, and the dreams melted away at the tip of the needle. But it was just pampering, a light entertainment that could dilute everyday boredom. You both believed that could quit at any moment. And letting it flow through veins, dissolved into the illusory world of dreams, felt life to the fullest. But the bright future remained in the past, along with two stupid dreamers who filled a syringe for the first time for the sake of new sensations, pumping poison through veins.

Probably, already that day you unknowingly crossed out your future, signed your death sentence.

Christiane has a bag in her hand with an amazing expensive drug, which is not so easy to get. And don't even ask where she got it from and in what ways.

It's all for you, for you, isn't it? She ready to do anything for you.

She notices your figure in the bathroom doorway, turning around and looking with glazed eyes, sitting down on the edge of the bathroom and watching you sit on the tiled floor, leaning back against the cold tile.

"Hey.. If we happen to meet in another life, then please don't let our dreams crumble to ashes again." Her voice, exhausted and tired, reaches your ears, and you feel an unbearable chill.