It's been a long time. You hadn't touched a needle or smoked joints ever since you met her. Heck, you haven't even sniffed it since. But it didn't matter. Because her parents hated you regardless of how long ago it was. They swore at you, yelled at you, hit you and chased you out. All because they wouldn't believe that you'd reformed and wouldn't influence their daughter to experiment. Since then, you hadn't seen Tara. Whether out of fear or something else, you wouldn't know. She just stopped going over to your place. And in your stress, you took out your remaining stash of drugs and just like that, you relapsed. Just as your were smoking a joint, Tara appeared in the window and crawled in, panic and sadness and even a hint of disappointment painted on her face.

"No no no...babe we talked about this."