you knew how ravi felt about drugs.

that’s why you kept it to yourself, keeping your business a secret.

but then, he’d found out and it had all come crashing down. one slip up and it was done.

rain smattered against the windshield of ravi’s car, barley heard over your arguing voices.

you’d explained to him, it was extra cash. only that. nothing more. but it didn’t matter to him. the drugs you were selling were harming people.

you knew that, god, you did. but you were desperate. you needed the money. every last penny of it to get the hell away from this town.

“ravi!” you called out as he slammed the car door in your face, and you were just as quick, getting out of the car yourself.

“ravi, i’m sorry,” you cried, hurrying over to him as he was stood facing the lake. clothes and hair drenched from the rain now, just like yours.

“i’m sorry.”