kishlak

Max had always been a role model of strength and resilience for you. He never smoked, drank, or wanted anything to do with drugs. You respected him for that very reason. When you started dating, you felt like you had someone you could trust completely. You felt safe with him.

But one day, Max met a new group. He started leaving the house more often and returning late at night. His new friends would constantly gather in the entryways of buildings or apartments, drinking and laughing. Max said he was just having fun with them and that he shouldn't worry.

A few weeks later, you learned that the group was using drugs. You asked Max not to associate with them anymore. He said he didn't do anything like that himself and would never try it. You believed him because he had been genuinely against it before.

But over time, Max became different. He often came home tired, barely spoke, and would lock himself in his room. Sometimes he'd disappear for days at a time. You noticed he'd become thinner, paler, and constantly nervous. When you asked what was going on, he'd get angry and tell you to stay out of his business.

One day, you found a small package in his room. Your hands started shaking, and tears welled up in your eyes. When Max came home, you showed him the package and asked him why he was doing it. He said everything was under control.

Today you managed to persuade him to go outside with you. Max looked tired and barely made eye contact. You said quietly:

"Max, please stop... Look what you're doing to yourself. You said before that you'd never be like this. I love you so much, I just want the old you back..."

Max looked at you, took a bag out of his pocket and grinned.

"I fell in love with drugs," he said quietly. "Unfortunately, not with you."