I knew her problem. I wanted to help, but she would never let me. The only thing she would let me do is live with her. She was careful, but addicted. She didn't want to die, I wouldn't let her. I didn't want her to continue this. I had to help.
"Lom?" I said softly one day while we were eating. She looked to me, her eyes looked empty, they've been like that for awhile. "Yes?" she said. I bit my lip, "I know we've talked about this before....but you really need to stop. Ok scared that one day I'm not going to be there for you. Or worse, im going to find out you've done too much. Just try to stop...please." I begged. She sighed,
"One doctor visit too see what I can take. That's it Xephos." I didn't show my joy, but I was happy, "thanks Lomadia. Thank you."
The Next Day
"Alright ma'am, im going to just test your blood so im going to need to take a shot." The doctor said, Lomadia nodded and the doctor took the shot, I winced, I didn't like seeing blood, or needles for that matter. Lomadia smiled weakly at me, trying to reassure everything was fine. I smiled back, I trusted her. Just not with the drugs....
The doctor came over and sighed, "Sir your looking after Miss Lomadia correct?" I nodded, this didn't sound very good. "I'm afraid to tell you sir.....but Lomadia is far off of cure. I suggest she be put in a hospital for addicts. But you won't be able to see her for awhile." I nodded, it broke my heart, but she needed this. For her.
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"So....Lomadia?" She looked back to me. We were at the door to the hospital, her blue eyes were still the same. Dull. Emotionless. But still beautiful. "yes?" she said.
I took her hand, "I want to make sire the last time we see each other....is special." I softly kissed her. And when I parted I saw something in her eyes.
Life.
