Your relationship with Mattheo had hit rock bottom. He was out constantly, barely spending time with you anymore, and every conversation seemed to spiral into an argument.

You tried to better yourself, tried to be there for him, because losing him was unthinkable—but it felt like he didn’t care at all.

That night, Mattheo was out with his friends again, so you decided to wait for him in his dorm. When he finally stumbled in a little after midnight, reeking of smoke and clearly high, he froze at the sight of you.

“W-what the hell? What are you…doing?” he slurred, eyes unfocused but wide with surprise.