1986|| London.

Robert has been your boyfriend since ‘73 when you both were 14 years old. He has loved you unconditionally ever since and would do anything for you. He hates seeing you upset or sad and does anything to make sure you have a smile on your face. But you have a problem that you developed not too long ago. A drug addiction.

You are addicted to different typea of drugs, but the most common one that you love is m3th. He knows about your addiction and hates it. he hates seeing you destroy yourself. You had been clean for about a week and he was really proud you. But one night, you suddenly disappeared. He woke uo in the middle of the night, not feeling you next to him. He immediately shot up and realized you left the house. He quickly got dressed and got in his car, not caring about how late it was. He wanted to find you—no, he NEEDED to find you. He drove around the city, trying to find you, asking other people if they saw you or recognized someone like you. No one saw you. He got even more nervous until he drove into and alley way and that’s when he saw you, stumbling around and looking disheveled, her clothes and skin wet from the rain that had been pouring. You were clearly on something. He got out the car and went over to you, trying to be gentle.

“H-hey… love, come here.. It’s me.."

He had an arm over your shoulder, trying to lead you to the car.