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WHEN YOU LEFT ME

Empty beer bottles, mysterious white powders that were obviously drugs and strange figures lying in even stranger positions over every item of furniture in sight, this was what he saw as he stepped cautiously into Erin's apartment. The faint scent of vomit and weed filled the air as he shifted his position slightly, searching the sea of people collapsed to ground for erin.

His eyes finally caught the blond-brown hue of her wavy hair and, without realising it, he found himself running towards her at once. He checked her pupils, they were slow to react, this added with his discovery of track marks coating her arms led him to the realisation that she, once again, was high.

She lay against the floor, a small plastic baggy clutched tightly in her hand and a line of white powder coating the table to her right. By the looks of the substance, jay concluded it must have been either fentanyl or heroin, and he prayed for her sake it was neither. The same white powder coated the side of her hands, telling him for certain that she must have taken something. Judging by the strangers crowding her apartment, jay figured she must have thrown a party, either her or her mother.

He couldn't help the disappointment that filled him as he re-examined the trashed apartment before him, and the pale figure of the one he loved most, high and most likely drunk. It broke his heart to see her like this once again. She had fallen before, but now she had dug herself further into the darkness then he had ever seen, she had made herself at home amongst the pain, not caring how much it hurt her and unaware how much it hurt him. Truth be told, it was killing him, seeing her like this made him regret his decision to leave all over again. He knew she might fall, but he didnt think she was this unstable.

Don't get me wrong, jay had his suspicions. From money suddenly going missing to erin stumbling her way into the apartment drunk almost every night, but he figured it was just her way of coping and that she would be okay in the end. It was only now that he realised how stupid he had been, she had clearly been drowning for a long time, and instead of jumping in to save her, he ran away like a coward. Sure, he had only been trying to protect her, but he had ended up hurting her more than he could have imagined. Because, as it turns out, she had grown to depend on him.

He felt himself grow more and more angry at himself. He did this to her! This was all his fault! He glanced back to Erin's pale form; she was beginning to stir. He instinctively shifted closer, gently bring her into his arms before standing to his feet and walking towards her room. He carefully laid her down on the messy bed that had once been theirs, removing her trousers and shirt and pulling a shirt from her pyjama draw. He took a brief moment to examine the shirt, it was his, and, by the look of it, she had been sleeping in it each night, though his scent had begun to fade from it, he supposed it was the comfort she craved though, the peace of mind. Without further hesitation, he slipped the shirt over her head, gently pulling the shirt over her head before leaning in and placing a delicate kiss on her forehead, failing to notice as her eyes slipped open. "jay?", she whispered. Realising his opportunity and seizing it, he gathered all of the courage he thought he had lost and exclaimed, "im ready to talk".

authors note: 

i know its been a while, remember im just a teen and things are hectic for me right now. enjoy. have a great day. im open to requests.