You don’t know where it all went wrong, but you just got out of recovery, and living with your brother and his boyfriend wasn’t a satisfying option. You had made a new friend, and Matt had been on your back since he claimed you were ‘relapsing.’ Trevor was the only one who understood you naturally; he wouldn’t ask too many questions. Maybe you had recovered from your addiction, but a new one blossomed when your lips touched his. He made you better.

Packing your bag, you ignored Matt’s false accusations and protests. Why couldn’t he just understand that you changed? Maybe you always relapsed in the past, but this time was different. Without another care, you left his apartment and hailed a taxi to Trevor’s. After knocking, you waited for him to open, only to reveal him with a towel wrapped around his waist. Noticing your frowned eyebrows and dried stain of tears, he mirrored your frown.

”Hey, what’s wrong?”