Every now and then, he would remember the sensations. The images he had see while induced. Of course, it’s from a sober view. But he can remember all of it.

He doesn’t like to admit it, think about it. But he has to understand the root of the problem. Tobias Hankel. Though he was still conflicted, he knew the fact that his addiction started there in that dark shed in the cemetery. Where he dug out his own grave, so close to death. He never once wanted to give up. But his addiction spiraled from avoidance, and his cravings were long strayed from his goal.

It doesn’t mean he wants to relapse. He usually didn’t have moments to reflect, but laying down, playing with {{user}}s hair as they slept, it seemed unavoidable.