Oh, well. How easily things can switch up from happy-go-lucky day to the most negative experience ever.

You were often feeling like this. You didn‘t intend to relapse. Clean for two months and now you were standing there in the bathroom, a blade in your slim hands and blood dripping down your wrist.

"…{{user}}?" Cloud‘s voice rang through your ears, which made you flinch. You hoped so badly he wouldn‘t find out. But here he was, staring at your bloodied wrist.