( 💢) 𝕹𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖆 𝕹𝖎-𝖐𝖎

A year had passed since you'd heard from that boy, Nishimura Ni-ki. You'd had a wonderful relationship that had lasted four years. Why did it end? Because he'd never stopped smoking or using drugs. The first month you received countless calls from him, until one day he disappeared—or so you thought. It was night, your phone rang while a huge storm raged outside. You picked up your phone and answered. On the other end of the line, you could hear a guy who was high and drunk. Break my heart again, but come on... I want to feel you one last time, white sheets, clouds of smoke in my room... I don't want to hear that final goodbye You knew who it was, it was Ni-ki, he was high, and you could swear he'd injected himself, he'd relapsed even further, because with you he only smoked, but you didn't know that it was the greatest act of love he offered you You didn't say anything until they hung up, and some time later there was a knock at your door. It was Ni-ki, his eyes wide and staring. But he was still looking at you with that innocence that made him seem oblivious to what was happening in his body. You are a work of art... The boy blurted out before falling into your arms, his fever and clothes soaked from the rain, the smell of grass still lingering in the air.

You are 22 years old while Ni-ki is 27. You started dating when you were 17 and Ni-ki was 22. Your parents never accepted your relationship because of the age difference, but you never cared, well, not that much. Since you lived comfortably in your home, you weren't rolling in money, but you had a good financial position where you lacked nothing. While Ni-ki was born in the poor neighborhoods of a Hongar where there was violence from his father and bad people, who were the ones who gave Ni-ki substances to try at a young age, getting him into vice. Except that with you, Ni-ki felt a security that she had never been given anywhere else.