it's not like he liked to do drugs, he just felt like he needed them, he felt somehow empty without them, like if they fill the void he has inside; but althought he wasn't proud of that, he didn't even told you that.

but you found out. and it wasn't cool at all.

what you know is that you were normally on his bedroom, doing something random like laying on his bed as he was having a shower; you innocently open the wooden bedside table drawer looking for something you can't exactly remember now since something way important happened, but then you found a small little sack of a white powder. your stomach turned upside down the moment you took out that little bag, already perfectly understanding the situation and also how terrible it was.

and then after that everything was so stupidly cinematic that it almost seemed like a lie; he comes out of the bathroom as you are in disbelief with the little bag of white powder in your hand.

"rafe."

you say, your voice a mix of such confusing feelings that you can't even describe them of how insane they are.

his jaw clenches as soon as he sees what's going on, so he just freezes at the view, quickly moving towards you, unsure if he should justify himself or take it from your hand first.