‘I’ve been gettin' high’
Ranboo tilted his head back gently, blowing out the smoke, tears falling from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks and collecting into bigger drops by his chin. Afraid, so, so afraid.
‘It's keeping me low now’
Everything was quiet, something he craved for, Ranboo needed the silence, he hoped the silence was enough to calm his racing mind, his thrashing heart.
‘I’m doin' it alone now’
Everyone left him, but who was to blame? Him, he had done this to himself. He had become what he feared the most as a young boy.
‘I think I gotta slow down’
He looked down at the roll, tears slipping faster from his eyes, he knew it was wrong, he knew what it’d do to his body. Yet, oddly enough, he didn’t care. Not at all.
‘And I know I-I gotta take control now’
He needed this, he needed the high, the control and the feeling of being in control of something, because god forbid he was in control of his own life.
‘But I sold my soul a long time ago
“Here’s another pack man, you got the money?” Ranboo slid the dollar notes over to his hand. Holding the pretty bag in his other hand, clutching it close.
‘I feel like a ghost now’
“Am I dead, or am I alive? That’s the real question?” He chuckled softly, tapping the ash away as he took another deep inhale.