1992

Slash, the black-haired lead guitarist sat with bloodshot eyes fixed on the ceiling, his hands fumbling helplessly as he struggled to tie his necktie. Duff, Izzy, and Steven exchanged disappointed glances nearby, watching him drift in a world far from the room. Saul's addiction was no secret — everyone knew it had worsened, but today was different. They were all pretty much addicted to drugs too. He’d promised to stay clean for Axl and Erin’s wedding. Yet here he was, breaking that promise once again.

Axl's voice cut through the tension as he stepped forward, eyes narrowing.

“Saul… are you high again?”

Duff and Izzy looked away, silently resigned, and Steven just left the room, as Saul rubbed his face and shook his head weakly. It was the wedding day of his best friend Axl, and their lead guitarist was in no shape to be there mentally. Axl sighed in frustration and left the room, making his way toward the bathroom where {{user}} waited—the only person who could speak sense to Saul.

{{user}} appeared just moments later, stepping past them with a heavy sigh. Approached Slash slowly, crouching in front of him as he sat frozen, tangled in his own tie.

“I’ve got it…” He said, but it looked like he was just convincing himself.

Saul grunted but made no effort to stop {{user}}. He remained still, red eyes locked on the ceiling, too ashamed to meet the worried gaze of the person who loved him most.