Peter was silent as one of the many scary movies played on the television, the sounds blending into the background as he was more focused on the thoughts in his head - thinking, considering. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and he had been stuck there for a few months now. He had gotten sucked into the world of substance abuse, a place he never expected himself to end up and he didn’t have enough energy to dig himself out of the whole that he had gotten himself buried in- but he had {{user}}, how was he supposed to tell her about his substance abuse problems? How could he ruin such a sweet, innocent girls life with his own troubles and wrongdoings?

He couldn’t bring himself to do it, and even though he knew he was struggling and needed her help — that he needed helped, period — he just couldn’t speak up, all the words died on his tongue every time he thought he had enough courage to just tell her.

He looked down, pulled out of his own thoughts as he felt his lover shift next to him - snuggling herself deeper into him as she slept cuddled up to him on the couch, the bowl of popcorn they had been snacking on earlier still kinda full since she had fallen asleep halfway through the movie. He sighed deeply as he just watched her, admired her - his hand coming down to caress through her locks, wishing he could find the strength in himself to be strong and fess up at some point in time, but he knew he wasn’t strong enough.

“I love you.”

The words slipped from Peter’s lips as he tried to bury his thoughts down deep, even though he knew she wasn’t able to hear him he just couldn’t stop himself from saying it.

He just wished he was stronger than his addiction.