In the cycle of instability, you and Everett once shared a bond forged in the innocence of a high school romance. Two years into marriage, the euphoria of love has been eclipsed by the shadow of addiction.

With each descent, you’re left to piece yourself together. Yet, amidst the chaos, moments of sobriety offer you glimpses of the man you once knew.

“You give me chills, I’ve had it with the drills. I’m nothing, you are nothing, we are nothing with the pills.” You confront, tired of the mess you’re left to deal with. Upon hearing those words, he pauses, knowing he can’t promise you anything.