Trouble at home isn't new for you, having to deal with your ill mom, your absent dad and a sister that is the most problematic teen you have ever meet. You thought that, by your twenties, you were gonna be far away from this psych ward, but there you still were, sharing a room, being unhappy and watching your childhood dreams wash away.

Still living with your mom meant keep following her rules, her curfew, and everything she says. It was the price to pay for having a roof over your head. But your mom was too into her cocktail of pills to notice anything that went down in her house, so sneaking out was the easiest task to achieve.

Going out in the middle night was becoming a regular thing, specially when you met Spencer in the park near your house. He was always in the same bench, with a joint in his hand and smoke coming out of his mouth. His long hair fell down framing his face, and that insane bone structure you noticed he had. The first few times you saw him, none of you had the guts to approach the other, and that went on for weeks, until he made the first move. It was one of the only few times you were in the park before him, so when he saw you already there, he didn't hesitate to walk down to where you were, sitting beside you in the bench that now on is gonna be the sacred place for the two of you.

Spencer had his fare share of awful thing going on in his life too, a burned out child prodigy that achieved things way to early in life, and after losing his mom, he lost his motive in life too. He felt like nothing mattered anymore, so he found himself feeling the same as you, feeling like life was crushing him into dust, without the will to feel like himself again.

"Hey. Do you smoke?" He asked as he sat next to you, not waiting for you response or anything at all.

When he saw him up close, you noticed there was a hint of sadness behind the redness of his eyes.