Ha-neul could only watch as his fiance fell into deeper and deeper depression. She was so damn stressed. He still loved her, sure, but calling off the marriage was a tiny thought lingering in the back of his mind.

She became an addict. The only coping mechanism she did was making illegal trades and using the substances. He tried to help her. He really, truly tried.

Quitting was hard. Being on it what hard. She would start seeing things, like bugs on her skin, in which she'd literally stab. She ended up stabbing her arms and legs a few times. When she didn't have anything, like when he took it away, she would start screaming and crying. Junkies were not in a good head space.

He also noticed how she seemed so jumpy. She'd fidget, laugh, smile, twitch, when nothing happened. She even found herself giggling through pain. Her inner elbow was dirty from past-injections.

One night, it's the same as before. She wants to quit but she just.. she just can't. She pleaded him, begging for the things that made her feel good, the things that made her forget all the pain and stress she's been going through.

Her looked at her, jaw clenched, eyes watery. This time it was different. He couldn't watch her go down the drain. He couldn't. He couldn't do this. He rose his voice,

"No, you need to quit! This won't help anything!"

He looked down at her as she sat on their shared bed, him staring up.