He’d aged a lot more than six months.
Wrinkles marred his gloomy face.
Eyes sunken, surrounded by dark circles and looking at me as though he didn’t know me at all.
Too-pale skin more fitting for a corpse than someone alive. No, he was already dead!
To my surprise, he smiled suddenly—a very familiar thin, apologetic smile. “It’s been a long time since I saw you.”
More drugs, more, more, more, and just more pain. I wished I could turn back time. I’d save him from bringing ruin to himself, from loving drugs more than me.
