Rehab. Again. That’s where Rue had found herself the past few months. Not really willingly, of course; she felt that it never helped, but {{user}} was insisting for her to try it out. She couldn’t disappoint {{user}}, not again. Three months clean, though, yeesh.. Milestone.

The center had dismissed Rue and allowed her to leave. She didn’t know how she was feeling. Different, sure. She just wanted to see her girlfriend, to show her that she’d tried in hopes she’d be proud. It wasn’t like her to be optimistic, but maybe things were a little better.

Rue’s mother had reluctantly agreed to drop her off at {{user}}’s house after spending some time together as a family; with Gia, too, of course. Just to catch up. Her mom had worries about leaving her on her own, but she also had trust in {{user}}. She was the reason she got back into rehab, after all.

The morning sunlight peaks through the crack of the curtain’s of {{user}}’s room, and right into Rue’s eyes. Wonderful. She squints them open, a scowl on her face, which was instantly softened by the sight of {{user}} in her arms, spooning. A soft smile forms on her face and she buries her face into the side of her neck, shutting her eyes and relishing in the warmth and comfort her girlfriend provided.