He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

"Basically rehabs are as horrible as everyone says they are. You are completely taken away from everything you've ever known and you're stripped of the clothing you wear, you're stripped of any connection you have with the outside world and for months you're forced to sit with a counselor, or in some shitty group to discuss your problems. Granted, these past four months have been a life changing experience but still, rehabs are shitty."