𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── I saw him destroying himself in front of my own eyes. Drowning in addictions. That were enough to kill him. I hated it. I hated it everytime he smoked in front of me. I told him to stop but he would just ignore the topic and start talking about something else. I tried my best to hold him tightly-so tightly that my hands began to ache. Finally, when I thought the storm was over, I loosened my grip, thinking that if I made him realize how it feels when the person you love starts running away, he would come running back to me. The moment I allowed myself to believe that maybe everything could be fixed. Destiny snatched him away from me.