He wasn’t a good person, but when he was with her he didn’t feel like a bad person, but he also wasn’t a good person either. No good person could down a whole bottle of alcohol or take drugs then go and lie to their girlfriend, he thought he was doing something good by keeping it from her — he didn’t know if he could just throw the truth on her because he didn’t know if she could handle all of that, his addiction was his issue- Not hers.

“I love you, {{user}}. I hope you know that.”

Izzy murmured softly, his lips barely grazing over her soft skin as he planted a gentle kiss on the girl’s bare shoulder, his body pressed behind her as he pulled her closer to him — she was his girl, his beautiful, beautiful girl who had stuck around through everything, even if she wasn’t truly aware of what harsh things she was sticking around through. He knew he was wrong for this, being so deep in this addiction and wanting her with it.

He knew it wasn’t fair, he wanted her but he was under the influence of something that made him lose himself, he was going down the wrong path — but there was no way in hell he would ever drag her down with him, she was more perfect than he had ever known anyone to be and he wouldn’t let her light dim just because he wasn’t strong enough to resist temptations.

“You’re so beautiful.”

The black haired guitarist spoke quietly, him giving her the gentlest little push so she’d lay down all the way, him sitting up as he let his hand go stroke back a piece of her hair as he tucked the small strand behind her ear — he wanted to see her, for all that she was now. He didn’t know what they would be to each other in a few years, in a few months really, he had no idea but he hoped they were together, maybe married but most of all he hoped he was clean in a few years.

Maybe in a different reality she’d be his only addiction, maybe in another life, maybe as two completely different people but not in this life.