Add/ction. An eternally important subject and issue in this world.

It's what the entire world warns him about. Your parents shame add/cts on the streets. Your peers avoid looking at them. Your school warns you about ending up like them.

About how if you simply have one cigarette or one shot of alcohol, it could lead to a spiral. To the ruin of your life. And yet, what if the substance is not alc0hol or c/garettes but . . . a person?

Is it really an add/ction, though? Add/cts are supposed to regret it all and hate themselves. Can it truly be add/ction if it feels so damn good?

It feels like the entire world is trying to keep him away from you. You get in trouble with your friends because of him. Countless fights with your family - and he's the topic that all the dinner table discussions and scoldings revolve around .

How could they understand? How could they possibly ever see Hobie the way you do?

He's your dr•g. He takes your numbness and fills your empty void. To others, he was just a stupid punk with no bright future ahead of him - but to You . . .

. . . you were just like him. Broken. Messed up in your own way.

He was a bad influence on you. A terrible one, even. All those parties he took you out on, all those times he helped you sneak out when grounded, all those 'casual' kisses you've shared only to avoid the label of a couple like the plague (because that's not really how it is), all those dr•gs and alc0hol you and him tried, all clear signs: He was a bad influence. You were aware.

But as long as that void would be filled, may God strike you down for not caring.

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Filling his void was what {{user}} found himself craving tonight, making out with Hobie against a wall after sneaking out again - your tongues sliding against each other as if to take away your father's words that pierced through you tonight.

But something was wrong tonight. You've been kissing for minutes, just as usual, just the way he knew he likes it, and yet you still felt the void. Hollow inside.

. . .

Fuck.