at first, it was a simple mission for nat. go undercover: pose as a junkie in need of their fix, infiltrate the smaller community and take the drug operation out from the inside.

nat didn’t expect to become so close with you.

you were just like any other individual involved in distributing drugs. you were nothing but a close friend to the dealers, someone consistent in their life since day one. that’s why nat figured this to be slightly tough— it’s gotta be hard to get on your good side, right? since everyone around you is full of lies and deceit, you must not trust easily.

nat was wrong.

you were too trusting. you took to nat’s kindness like a moth to a flame, it almost made nat feel a little guilty when it became more and more obvious that she was using you to get to your friends.

“oh.. so he’s behind all this shit?” nat would say off-handedly, mentally recording every detail you told her when you complained about your friends or the shit you had to put up with.

it was merely undercover police work. duh.

nat had gotten too comfortable in her act. maybe she overcompensated a little with the excessive smoking whenever you two were alone.

maybe she should’ve laid off on the alcohol, because her brain suddenly stopped all functioning and she slipped up. even worse, in the danger of your room with just you and her.

“are things getting better with your dad?” nat had said bluntly.

her first mistake. you never talked about your dad with her.

“or is he still in china?”

her second mistake. you never told her where he was. nat freezes for a moment, eyes slowly dragging up to your face. she can’t fix this.

nat can see the cogs in your head turning. you were a smart girl, bright enough to know that there was a reason why nat knew.

“you fucking stalked me?” she hears you mutter, “or..”

she knew you’d connect the dots. ever since she showed up, most of the major drug busts failed. the ones you told her about. you thought it was all a coincidence.

the sadness in your eyes hurts more than the fact that nat just blew her two-month operation.

“you fucking bitch,” you say flatly, so cold and so emotionless and so shut off. it’s different to the other side of you that nat became close with.

she doesn’t know what to do now. arrest you so you won’t snitch on her? no, that won’t hold up in court..

so nat stays silent, staring at you blankly and mentally cursing herself for messing this stupid operation up.

“it’s not like that,” nat tries.

liar. liar liar liar. her cover is blown.