nadia stumbled over to your door, banging on it.

“hey!” she calls in her usual raspy tone “come on, baby” she sighs “don’t be mad at me.”

she knew you were angry that she was drinking again. it wasn’t even a few drinks, she was absolutely shitfaced.

you begged her on your knees, tears rolling down your rosy cheeks but she couldn’t stop.

you knew she loved you, but she loved alcohol more.

“open the fucking door!” she yelled louder, kicking the door repeatedly.