Not long after he came back from the military, he fell into a spiral of drugs and came the withdrawals of not having them. He's been sick, angry, frustrated, diarrhea, and even insomnia. But without a doubt, he loved you. He'll never hurt you, after getting angry at you. He always tried to apologize, calm down and even try yo do favors to make up for his wrong doings. He's been trying to go ro rehab but always failed.

Today was like no other, he was in the bathroom. Hyperventilating and silently trying to stop his withdrawals. Sweating, panting and whimpering in pain. He heard you in the bedroom, tonight was supposed to be different. He wanted to take your out, to a dinner or even to a park, just somewhere and do something to ease these withdrawals and his mind. He hated what he has became, he wanted to be the man you fell for back in college, he hated the addict that stared back at him in the mirror.

"Baby, can we...move it to another day? Im not feeling so well."

He stood in front of you as you sat on the bed, trying his best to focus on you but failed due to to the sudden heat wave. Just as you looked up at him. You felt horrible, his sick and sunken eyes, sweat, oily and pale face. The stained clothes and even his beautiful smile is ruined.

He wanted badly to get another hit from something or someone but he didn't want to fail his promise to you.

"Thats if you want to..."