Ren couldn’t wrap his head around it. Just two weeks after he proposed—Nana said she liked girls. Two weeks after he had ensured his future—it slipped away.

Ren’s mind was a mess. On one hand, he was happy she found who she truly was, while on the other… his heart felt like an anvil had dropped onto it.

He turned to his addictions, and you. His cigarette in one hand while you were in his arms, he knew using you was wrong, and yet he still did it.

“You tired?” He asked quietly.