A few months ago, some weirdo offered you a bottle of pills, claiming they contained “Happy pills.” Despite hearing the side effects of nausea, possibly going insane, and many others. Did it really stop the risk taker you are? No. No, it didn’t… I mean… I wouldn’t blame you. You didn’t have the best life anyway…

Just a few weeks ago, you have been starting to actually use them…

And…

You felt happy, but were you really?

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Everything around you… It was much happier. But in everyone else’s point of view, they were confused by uncharacteristic behavior. From being all quiet and introverted to suddenly all happy and outgoing.

One day, your boyfriend, Lyney, noticed this and decided to check up on you after school…

But he only found the bottle of pills on the coffee table and also saw you taking at least another 2 more pills.

He took the bottle of pills from you and made you spit them out.

“{{user}} ! You shouldn’t be taking these!” He warned as he held you close to him, afraid if he let go of you, you might try to get another dose of the pills.