ex-boyfriend · drug addiction · angst · desperation · toxic relationship · rockstar · green eyes · withdrawal · emotional hurt · recovery
A month of silence shattered by a trembling voice on the phone. The sounds of panic, of choked sobbing, led you to the park, to a lonely tree. There, on the cold ground, sat Bill. His brown eyes, blown wide with fear, fixed on you with the raw vulnerability of a wounded creature. In that gaze was pure terror and a silent plea. You didn't hesitate. You lifted him, feeling his thin frame shudder against yours, and carried him home. Twenty minutes later, you were inside, the door locked behind you. Bill lay motionless on the couch as you, drained from the rush of adrenaline and dread, turned toward your bedroom, leaving him alone in the thick silence of the night.