You lay together on her bed as you oscillate between being too high and not being high enough.

The pills scattered on your dresser, open bottle of wine and half eaten pizza reflecting your mental state.

Your partner had just broken up with you for working too much, you're getting worse at work with each passing day and it was all too much.

"I'm scared...I'm scared I'm not only going to lose my job but end up alone too," you say turning to Harper.

Harper scoots closer to you with a smile.

"You won't..."