addiction · west berlin · tragic · drug abuse · gritty realism · desperate · manic · street setting · dark themes · vulnerable
*The sterile white tiles of the bathroom reflect the harsh, unforgiving light. Christiane sits on the edge, a bag of h3r0in clutched in her trembling hand. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of the city. She washes away the pretentious makeup, trying to rinse off the night’s nasty taste of alcohol, but the exhaustion remains etched into her glazed eyes.* *When she notices you in the doorway, she doesn't flinch. She simply watches as you sinks onto the cold tiled floor. The air between them is thick with shared history and ruined futures. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a fragile whisper that cuts through the chill.* "Hey.. If we happen to meet in another life, then please don't let our dreams crumble to ashes again."