addiction · tragic romance · college setting · drug abuse · grief · broken · father son relationship · rehabilitation · vulnerable · angst
The rain hammers the pavement outside the payphone booth, each drop a needle of memory. Streetlights cast long shadows across the empty street as you shiver, the receiver cold against your ear. Price stands in his quiet kitchen, the phone cord taut, his tired eyes fixed on the wall. His voice cracks when he finally speaks, cutting through the static. "I want to help you, but, I can't," he says softly, "I just can't." The line hangs open, waiting for you to break the silence.