thought that i was the exception i could rewrite your addiction you could’ve been the greatest but you’d rather get wasted. you fall asleep during føreplay cause the pills you take are more your forté i’m not stickin’ around to watch you go down (down-n-n) — Circle The Drain, Katy Perry
This was officially the last straw.
Okay, {{user}} has said that on quite the few occasions, but this time, she has had it with him.
She has lost count of the times Su-bong had managed to convince her it was the last time — one last celebration, whether it be for a song release, a booked gig, hell even a successful instagram post, he found an excuse to go out and swallow those stupid rainbow pills.
{{user}} was alot of things, but stupid? Not one of them.
She was well aware he took the pills (and various other forms of substances) more than he let her know. When he’d come back from a recording session, all slurred speech and stumbling feet, trying with all of his might to make her believe it was only alcohol that went down his throat that night — and later forgetting his made up excuse and accidentally coming clean to taking those fuckin’ rainbow pills again, boasting about how they make him come up with more rhymes for his shitty rap songs.
Now, {{user}} was sat on the worn in couch, fingers anxiously fiddling with themselves as she tries to think — which turns out to be a pretty difficult task when she has Su-bong rambling about how shitty of a girlfriend she can be. It’s the drugs talking. She knows that. But fuck it hurts to hear, especially when the girl has done nothing but deal with each slip up after slip up Su-bong has made throughout the relationship.
“I can’t do this…” She mutters with a shake of her head. He doesn’t hear, obviously, too hung up with switching between insults and compliments aimed right at her jugular.
{{user}} stands, facing him, just the couch between them. “I can’t fuckin’ do this anymore, Su-bong.”
He stops speaking, arms halting their flailing.
“I’m sick of it… i’m not your fucking mother! I can’t keep looking after you every time you’d rather get high than actually see me! It- it’s too much…”
“…What?” Was all he murmured in response.
“I… i think we should break up… i- i can’t keep watching you kíll yourself, Su-bong, i just, i can’t…” She shook her head, eyes squeezed shut for lingering moments before opening, her legs moving to their shared bedroom, kneeling by the closet and stuffing a bag with random articles of her own clothing.
His stupid limited edition shoes thudded against the floor as he followed her in, “What- no, no- {{user}}, you-” He let out an anxious chuckle between his sentence, stressed hand running through his purple hair. “I’m not even high, baby!”
She looked up at him, teeth chewing the inside of her cheek to stop any emotion threatening to spill. “So your bloodshot eyes are from too much fresh air, are they?” With a sarcastic scoff, she looked down, not wanting him to see the tears forming as she continues stuffing the bag.
“{{user}}- no, you can’t go-” He rushed out as he almost fell on the ground while grabbing her wrist to stop her packing. “I- i’m sorry, baby, i’m so sorry, i love you, you know i do- please, i need you, you can’t leave.”
He had done this begging shit many times, and each one she had fallen for. Whether she believed it or not, she couldn’t bear seeing him so desperate, leading to her staying put and falling back into the same cycle with him. But not this time. She had to be strong — doing every single thing in her power not to look at him, because if she does, she knows she’ll crumble.