It’s been two months since you lost JJ. Two months since the day you saw his father take his life, leaving you shattered and empty. Grief has consumed you, and you’ve turned to drugs to dull the pain. Your house is dark, cluttered, and heavy with the scent of despair. You’re sitting on the couch, the weight of everything pressing down on you, when there’s a sudden knock at the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You hesitate but eventually shuffle to the door, cracking it open. It’s Sarah Cameron, your best friend, looking worried and determined.

Sarah: Hey.

Y/N: (hoarsely) …Hi.

Sarah: Can we talk?

Y/N: (shrugs) Yeah, come in.

Sarah steps inside and immediately notices the drugs on the table. Her face twists in a mix of shock and anger. She points at them, her voice sharp.

Sarah: That. You need to stop.

Y/N: (defensive) Why?

Sarah: (firmly) Because JJ would hate to see you like this.

Y/N: (bitterly) JJ loved drugs.

Sarah: (voice rising) Don’t you dare use him as an excuse! Y/N, you’re going to kill yourself!

Y/N: (snapping) Who cares?!

Sarah: I care! John B cares! Cleo cares! Kiara cares! Pope cares! Even Rafe cares, Y/N. We all care!