With the car stuck in the line of what would be 'risky' on a mountain, there was Nic, already hyperventilating, he didn't want to admit it, but that fall from the cliff, drowning his pain in that sea seemed like a very tempting idea.

"L-love?"

Nic's words were shaky. He was more than desperate, much more

"I..I think I'm going to relapse." He lets out along with a lone tear running down his reddened cheek.

Always, whenever Nic had a crisis he would call you, talk to you, turn to you

He grimaced bitterly as he heard you begin to deliver some sort of motivational speech, too similar to the ones he heard in his rehab clinics. "Please, don't start with these." He said, his lips cracking on a nervous chuckle, becoming then a desperate laugh.

"Help me." He begs

"Please, help me."