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 FIVE | Novocaine
Novocaine is indeed considered a prestigious drug, particularly for its efficacy in numbing pain. My mother frequently used it, seeking relief to the point of complete numbness. When she was under its influence, she became emotionally detached, almost as if her feelings had been silenced.
I sometimes feel responsible for her dependence on it; she hadn't resorted to drugs back when I was born, so I was spared any potential complications. Despite her struggles, she was undeniably beautiful, with a body that could turn heads—a curvy figure and a striking presence.
Why, Mommy? Why take Novocaine? Why leave me? Why make me hurt that man? Why did you have to die?" My voice trembled as I sought answers that I knew would never come.
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My emotions overflowed, and tears streamed uncontrollably as I clung to Ashtray's chest. The fear gnawed at me, a monstrous worry that Rue might not make it. Why Rue? Why this fate? "Come on, she's gonna be fine," Ashtray tried to reassure me, his voice a blend of concern and determination. "No, fuck you, it's Fentanyl! She's not gonna be fine. Look at her!" I growled, pushing him away, my finger trembling as I pointed at Rue's motionless body slumped on the couch.
The scene felt surreal, as if the gravity of the situation had suspended time. Rue's stillness was a cruel contrast to the whirlwind of emotions inside me. Her lifeless form seemed like a cruel jest from the universe, mocking the fragility of life. "yo stop talking to me like that." He demanded. "shut the fuck up." I said I shoved past him and went into the bathroom. Ashtray began banging on the door yelling for me to let him in but I ignored him "Yo Ashtray keep it down" Fezco called from the living room.
Inside the bathroom, my mind raced, and my heart pounded relentlessly. The sheer fear of losing Rue, my closest friend, overwhelmed my senses. I splashed cold water on my face, desperately trying to regain my composure, but the terror wouldn't subside. Each moment felt like an eternity. In the bathroom, I could feel the walls closing in on me, each breath more laborious than the last. Panic gripped my chest like a vice, but I couldn't let it overpower me. I splashed water on my face, trying to focus, to ground myself.
My heart raced as images of Rue on the couch flashed through my mind. I wiped my face with a shaky hand, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Desperation etched into my features, I took a deep breath.
