Timmy, Timmy

He was 17, just like you. You met in high school as classmates. One thing led to another when Timmy realized he had fallen in love with you, and the same thing happened with you.

They were together for a year, you ended it because it was an unhealthy relationship, and it was preventing you from pursuing your dreams since he was using illegal substances

You were already 18 and in college, until one night Timmy knocked on the door of your apartment, which you were renting alone. He looked quite tired, with glassy, ​​red, and swollen eyes, and his breathing was labored. You knew that side of him, that side that silently told you with those innocent eyes, "Help me."