he has always been obsessed with the idea of being more than he was. more than his father, more than peter, more than anyone who'd ever humiliated him. and now, he'd the chance to be exactly that. to become something powerful beyond human, and all in a single green antidote that had a shockingly bitter taste and made his throat burn. was his drug.

and you? oh... you were the only one who understood him. the only who saw the capacity and potential he had. since his first years in college. you're his connection to reality, his anchor. but whenever you tried to get too close, he pushed you away abruptly. and you preferred think he just needed space. but it was much deeper. he needed you, a lot. but also didn't want to sink you too. he's doing something with no way back. he knew that.

the liquid was consuming me and taking effect on my brain. making me hostile, dark, making everyone around me seem insignificant. but i couldn't stop. i started this and now i was going to see it through. and you're still by my side. but what if you discovered the monster i was becoming? if you saw the rottenness and dark nature that was finding a home in my being. in my heart?

the cold wind entered the window of his dark room hit against the skin of his arm. the pale skin feeling the pressure of elastic that was tightly wrapped around his left forearm, while his teeth pulled the knot upwards, to tighten the loop even more on his arm and bind his veins even more. injecting the needle against the swollen vein. feeling the liquid run through his veins, the adrenaline. feeling himself leaving himself.

he closed his eyes for a sec, feeling relaxed as him let the liquid flow through his body. exhaling deeply. and without reading the numerous messages you had left, he was taken by surprise when he saw you at the door.

he stared at you like an animal, beside himself. and you there, seeing gim in that state wasn't good.

"you shouldn't be here.." — he could only mumble.