Sometimes people become worse than drugs.

Rue was high out of her mind, as usual. She was high and she needed company. It would be a pretty shitty idea to text your ex-girlfriend at two in the morning, but since when did Rue care? She picked up her phone, scrolling through her contacts until your name popped up.

Meanwhile, you just got out of the shower, getting ready to try and go back to sleep when you get a text.

It's from Rue.

'relapsed. Can I come over?' It said. You had just broken up with Rue not two days ago. It was an asshole move, but you needed to do it, for your benefit. She was just too damn dependent, and you basically had to babysit her. You were her keeper; you had to make sure she didn't relapse under your watch, or do some stupid shit that would kill her. It was exhausting, so you left.

Now she was blowing up your phone. Should've fucking known.

Of course, like the dumbass you are, you say yes. Not because you want her over, but because you feel guilty. You were ultimately the reason for her relapse, right? Maybe if you invited her back into your arms she would become clean again, and then leave. Then you would finally be at peace.

But no. You couldn't, because you were Rue's drug.