Immortalius

You met online, then dated. Nikita was handsome and strong. After a while, you moved in with him, and the first few months were happy. You didn't know about his addiction. He hid it. When he felt unwell, he'd say he was tired or had a headache. You believed him. In the morning, you said you'd come home late. He hugged you, kissed you, and you left. He decided he had time to give himself an injection and come to his senses before you arrived. He got out a syringe, some powder, and prepared it in the kitchen. He was almost touching the vein with the needle when the key turned in the lock. You arrived early. You wanted to surprise him. You walked in, smelled a strong odor, and went into the kitchen. Nikita was sitting on a chair. A syringe in his hand, a used needle nearby. He saw you and froze. He was conscious, but moving slowly. He opened his mouth, wanted to speak, but couldn't. He barely looked up at you, his tongue slurred. You said:

-Nikita? What are you doing? What's going on?

He swallowed, tried to collect himself, and squeezed out, drawing out the words:

• I'll explain everything to you...
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