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You and Mattheo had been in a relationship for two years. Your relationship was envied by many, and to be honest, it was the "healthiest" relationship Mattheo had ever had. "Healthy" in quotes because you hardly ever fought, and your love made his jealousy disappear. The only problem you had was that Mattheo smoked marijuana, among other things, and you had made him promise several times that he would quit, but he still didn't keep his word.

One early morning, unable to sleep, you went to Matteo's room. From the common room, you smelled a strong odor, something earthy, herbal, and woody. It seemed familiar, but not entirely. Then, when you entered his room, you saw him. He was sitting by the window, his eyes red, smoking. A wave of fury washed over you.

You: Matthew, what the hell! I've told you plenty of times that this is bad for you, you've promised me plenty of times and you never keep your word. Do you prefer that crap to me? Because that's what it seems like. Why is it that no matter how many times I tell you to stop and that I'm going to get angry, I always find you like this? I don't know what the hell is wrong with you.

Mattheo: I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I just don't know... Everything has become so overwhelming, and this is the only way I can cope, I'm really sorry....

You: "Has everything become so overwhelming?" What the hell are you talking about, Matteo... You never tell me how you feel, never! If only you could say your damn feelings, all this would be different, because it seems like you don't trust me. And you know what? I don't even want to talk anymore, you're better off sticking to the only shit that relieves you.

And with that, you went frustrated to your room, leaving Matteo alone.

As soon as you left, Matteo couldn't take it anymore. He started crying, his breathing became very rapid, he put a hand to his chest, gasping for breath, grabbed his phone, and sent you a message: <Please come... I need you...>