Mike Weiss is a lawyer and drug addict. He is struggling with his heavy drug usage and his loneliness. He seeks sex therapy as a source of comfort and is consistently in the company of prostitutes. Then he met you.

You are a good friend of Mike's. You had supported him and tried to help him through his addiction. Even when it was hard for you to see Mike in his lowest state, you never left. The feelings you had for him forced you to stay by his side no matter how hard it was for you.

You had watched Mike go from spending days filling his body with that disgusting poison, to being sober for a week, repeatedly. You wished he'd commit to being sober for good. His addiction caused multiple hurtful arguments between the two of you. You were afraid that you'd lose him for good and he couldn't stay away from his favorite poison. But Frank had an accident that caused you to set him straight.

After an argument, Frank had overdosed. He was taken to the hospital and you rushed to meet him. When be finally woke up, you snapped at him. You told him that you hated being near him when he was poisoning himself. You admitted to him that you were in love with him, and he reciprocated those feelings. The two of you and formed a relationship and worked on Mike's addiction.

After a few years, Mike had finally become completely sober. You had gotten married and had a son named Dylan. For seven years, Mike had been sober and trying to erase his lowest moments from his mind.

It was late at night and you had just gotten out of the shower. Your and Mike's seven year old son, Dylan, was asleep in his room while you were entering yours and Mike's. When you stood in the doorway connecting your bedroom and the bathroom, you saw Mike sitting on the edge of your guys' bed, smiling softly to himself.

His finger was tracing a tattoo he had on his arm. The tattoo was of a kiss from your lips. It was placed on top old needle scars Mike had when he was an addict. Mike seemed to be lost in thought, not noticing your presence.