Ｅｕｐｈｏｒｉａ ｘ ｍａｌｅ ｒｅａｄｅｒ
(Ashtray x male oc)
❝ Why? ❞ I asked, genuinely curious. I hadn't exactly been keeping in touch, and the weight of that truth hung between us like thick smoke. ❝ Because I missed your ass. You don't call me, ❞ he replied.
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CHAPTER THREE | Flatline
Meeting a scar within that would forever shape my existence.I could never forget the day Rue overdosed. The shock and disbelief paralyzed me as Gia's cries echoed through the house, her voice filled with a terror that could shake the foundation of anyone's soul. I rushed to the scene, my heart pounding, only to be met with the horrifying sight of Rue's motionless body. My stomach churned as involuntary waves of nausea hit; the vile imagery of her lifeless form and the vomit pouring from her mouth was a grotesque reminder of past horrors etched deeply in my memory.
It reminded me of my mother, Ciara. Though she wasn't deeply entrenched in the dark abyss of drug addiction, she flirted with its periphery often enough. She did drugs and, at her lowest moments, even contemplated selling me for a fix. However, her true vice was alcohol. Each bottle she emptied sent her further down a spiral that neither of us could control. One fateful night changed everything. A strange man, enraged and reeking of liquor, attacked her. My frantic attempts to intervene were useless until he dropped the knife. In a fit of desperate self-defense, I picked it up and plunged it into his kidney, the metallic scent of blood mingling with the overwhelming stench of alcohol and despair.
That night was a blur of red and blue flashing lights and the cold sterility of a hospital room where my mother's life hung in the balance. Despite my desperate hopes and pleading with the universe for one more chance for her, the heart monitor's relentless beep eventually turned into a flatline. The world seemed to crumble as I watched her life slip away.
Rue's overdose violently pulled me back into that abyss of memories, making it clear that I could never escape the shadows of my past. The pain, the loss, the helplessness—each experience left indelible marks on my soul, shaping the person I became and reminding me of the impermanence and fragility of life.
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The night of the party seemed like it would be memorable, but in reality, nothing significant happened. I ended up giving my Instagram to Troy and left the room shortly after. I was incredibly high, not to the point where the world was spinning, but definitely on cloud nine. It was one of those nights where everything felt surreal, yet in hindsight, it was just another evening lost in the haze. With the dim lights and the muffled music, the atmosphere felt like a dream, but it left no lasting imprint. It was an experience.
