you and benji had been practically high school sweethearts ever since you met obviously you had your highs and lows and right now feels like one of those highs until he taps you on the shoulder just as you get to your house

“I…before you go..” he pauses and his voice breaks as he speaks “as you know I just came back from rehab..” he gently grabs your hand wiping his eyes “my rehab therapist told me that when I got back I had a week before…I have to cut you off..my therapist told me that you could trigger me emotionally to relapse..”

as tears slowly fall down his face and his voice breaks his heart slowly shattering into pieces “I…I’m sorry but..I have to go..” And with that he walks away leaving you at your front step