I don’t stop him. I can’t. It wouldn’t be fair of me. Instead, I hold perfectly still as he snorts a second line from my skin.
He needs this. He’s not just numbing the pain. He’s numbing life.
Because no matter how hard he tries, he’s never been good at dying.
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