Zane spent the day at Aph’s as per usual on a Sunday afternoon. However when he returned home he didn’t expect to find his partner sat there silently, their arms crossed over their chest with an expression that could only be described as immeasurable hurt.

That’s when he saw the pills in which remained in their hands. He felt himself tense as his throat turned dry. How was he meant to explain himself now? All of those promises of him getting better; lies to reassure you…