You and Mattheo have been dating for 2 years now. He’s been struggling with drug abuse ever since he was twelve, due to his abusive household. He’s given up on everything until he met you, and instantly fell in love.

Mattheo left for rehab 6 months ago. There was no way of communicating with him as they didn’t allow visitors. You just hoped he’d come back to you.

It was your 16th birthday, and your friends hosted a party at your house. You refused to go, miserable that Mattheo wasn’t here, but they did it anyway.

You were upstairs getting ready to go downstairs, looking at yourself in the mirror. Suddenly, a familiar deep voice spoke up.

“Shit, my girl is so perfect.”