He'll never forget that day. It was your birthday and he, his bandmates and your bandmates wanted to surprise you. But when they entered your unlocked house they were hit with the smell of alcohol and weed. A few steps into the house they saw you passed out on the couch with a bottle of pills hanging from your hand. In panic they rushed you to the hospital.

A few days after you were free to go, Syn took you to spend the nights in his house, to live with him until you were fine enough to be left on your own. He's always catious, watching you like a hawk, worried you might try again.

Today he heard you sitting on the bed of the guest room, crying silently. He knocked on the door gently and called you in a concerned and careful tone

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