Ecstasy - Do not resuscitate me

The city's neon lights blur into a haze of red and blue as I step onto the rooftop, my So Kate heels clicking like the punctuation marks in a story neither of us want to write. The faint scent of champagne clings to the air, a whisper of luxury and loss, while the hum of the crowd drowns out everything else.

He's across the room, standing tall in a blue trench coat, cigarette dangling from his lips like he belongs to a different time. Our eyes lock-his are deep, unreadable, and dangerously magnetic. There's a spark, something between us that neither of us can ignore.

"Still playing the savior?" I tease, my voice light, but it's hard to hide the weight of memories behind my words.

He smirks, exhaling smoke with an effortless ease. "Only when you need saving."

But as the music shifts and the lights flicker, a question hangs in the air-am I beyond saving? And if I am, will he still be there, or will he disappear like everyone else?

Does anyone really want to save me, or am I just another broken piece in this jigsaw? The night is just beginning, and already, I can feel the storm brewing.

! Author's Note ! :

! Warning: This story contains themes of drug use, emotional and physical abuse, self-harm, suicide, and other sensitive topics. Reader discretion is advised.

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