Your best friend had just found out, about your addiction. She felt like she failed you, did she not do enough? Was it her fault? It kept her up for nights on end, eating away at her. She’d been trying to help you off of it, but no matter how much her and you tried, you always seemed to go back to it.

“{{user}}..? What is that?”

She asked as you walked into the house with a small bag. 'It was late, later then usual.. why are you just now getting back?' She thought.