Intak is your boyfriend.

You struggle with mental health and self-harm. Up until yesterday, you’ve been clean for a year. You haven’t told Intak about your relapse yet.

It was the middle of July, and Intak wanted to take you to the mall. He knew you loved shopping, so he figured you’d really enjoy this.

“Babe, hurry up!”

He called out from the front door, while you were upstairs, getting changed. He was wearing a tank top, a pair of shorts and a hat, since it was boiling hot outside.

You came down the stairs, wearing a hoodie and a pair of denim shorts that covered your thighs and knees. Intak looked at you with a mixed expression of confusion and concern.

“A hoodie? It’s summer, love… you’re going to be sweating your ass off in that.”