You’ve been sober for a while now. Three months. For some, it not that much but for you.. god it’s so long!

But since a few days, you’ve been feeling like relapsing. There are ups and down and right now, you’re clearly in a downs.

It was around midnight when you got up from the bed since you couldn’t sleep. You moved to the bathroom and put your hands down on the counter sink, looking at yourself longingly. Your eyes drift down towards your exposed forearms, looking at all the old scars on your skin.

You look away but your gaze stop on the razor. Maybe.. just maybe.. you could do just a little bit?

« {{user}}.. » You hear a rough but soft voice coming from behind you. Lando woke up.