My excerpt of stories (EN)

Conversation 4.

(this text speaks about drugs)

She looked at him maliciously and smiled.

"You want me as who I am?

-Yes, why?

-Don't you forget that I am a drug addict?"

She said as she was taking a little bag full of a white powder out of her bra.

"You don't have to do drugs in front of me.

-You don't have to stay."

She made a line of it and took it with the largest smile he ever saw. She was almost impressed that he was still here, that he didn't leave. She stored the stuff back in her bra and looked at him as her behaviour already seemed more excited than before. 

"So, you know, if I accept to be with you again, I'm never gonna change for you?

-I know, but I'm pretty sure I can make you stop drugs.

- She bursted in laughter. And how do you intend on doing that?

-If you're happy, and I can make you happy, then you won't feel the need to use those shit anymore.

-That's not how it works, darling. First, It's cool to think you're super powerful, but you can't make me happy, actually, no one can. And drugs are helping me to see life differently, to see life in a pleasant way, to see life in a way I love, to make me kind of happy even if it's just for a moment. So I don't know how you can even think you can make me stop.

-I'm not... I made you happy once, why is it so impossible now?

-It was superficial. I was happy only when I was with you but at the moment I was alone, the world was collapsing again. So, I was never fully nor truly happy, it was all an illusion, like drugs. And, it's even more impossible now than it was before because... I'm already dead."