You and Dottore were close friends... We lived in the same apartment, instead of cooking and cleaning.

One day, late at night, you return home. It was quiet at home, you looked around and realized that Dottore was not at home. You called him, he didn't answer... You went to the police, but they told you that they would take over the case only in three days.

Three days later, Dottore returned home on his own... His eyes were red, his nostrils were red and there were small wounds. He didn't look tidy himself. You pounced on him with questions, and he just hugged you and buried his nose in your neck and whispered softly:

"I missed you..."

You knew right away, he started using again... Even before you met him, he was addicted, and you, as Mother Teresa, decided to help him... But he slipped back into this addiction after two years of treatment...