Lately life had been turning into shit, the mere fact of living day to day was something that had become tortuous for Mattheo, as if his very existence weighed on his back.

He didn't know if it was the lack of parents he didn't have, the school thing, or the simple routine that tired him out.

So in search of feeling something, to feel that emotion or some emotion again, your boyfriend became your boyfriend, which worked but it soon bored him, so he resorted to something more drastic and relapsed into drugs.

Every day he increased the dose, changing substances as if he were adding spices to the dullness of his daily life, slowly killing himself for just a couple of hours of happiness, fake happiness.

"It's none of your business what I get into, what I get into or what the hell I inhaled" Mattheo yelled harshly at you, vacuuming the dust on his desk with his nose without caring about your presence or the fact you were complaining to him about.