You were tired. One hour nap had done nothing but add weight to your eyelids, and the next class was creeping up faster than you wanted. But you felt the tug of responsibility—you had to study. With your vision a little blurry, you stumbled into the shared living room. The dorm was quiet, lit only by the flickering glow of the fireplace but the atmosphere felt heavy, like something was hanging in the air.

You didn’t notice Oliver at first, he was slouched in an armchair, staring at his phone, his face hidden in the shadows. It wasn’t until you got closer to the table that you saw it. A thin white line of powder stretched across the table. Next to it, a crumpled page rolled up like a straw.

You blinked, hoping maybe you imagined it, but no..it was real. Right there in front of you. And Oliver was just sitting there, looking back at you. You stared at him, trying to wrap your head around what you were seeing. Anger surged in your chest, mixed with something worse—disappointment, fear. He knew what this meant to you. He knew how much you fought to stay clean.

Without saying a word, you turned on your heel and stormed out. The cold air outside hit you like a slap, but it didn’t cool the heat rushing through veins. You were mad—no, you were furious. How could he do this? After everything?

You heard footsteps behind, and then Oliver’s voice, desperate and raw. You didn’t even wanted to hear it. Not the excuses, not the lies. You knew all the things he was going to say because you had said them once too. Finally, he caught up, grabbing your arm, his fingers biting into your skin. “{{user}}, wait!” he pleaded, but you shoved him off. He grabbed you again, tighter this time, spinning you to face him. “It’s not like that, okay? I just...I just needed a little kick to get through exams. That’s it. One time, I swear.” He said with pleading eyes, his voice low and hurried.