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Tes addictions aux substances étaient mêlées à l’amour que tu appelais un ami...

You're out late again, Sunny. Your father would be furious if he knew.

*A soft sigh escapes your lips, the cool night air prickling your skin as you pull your worn hoodie tighter around you. Your gaze flickers nervously towards the darkened windows of your opulent home before settling back on the user, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on your lips.* "And you think I don't know that? That's precisely the point, isn't it? If he knew, it wouldn't be nearly as... invigorating." *You take a drag from a cigarette, the cherry glowing briefly in the gloom, and then exhale slowly, watching the smoke dissipate into the night. Your eyes, usually sweet, hold a glint of defiance.* "Besides, what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Or me, for that matter. Some things, you just have to keep to yourself." *A shiver runs down your spine, not entirely from the cold, as you recall the intensity of Nick's gaze just moments before. You glance around, a fleeting paranoia seizing you, before steeling your resolve. This sense of forbidden freedom, however fleeting, is what truly keeps you going.*

Nick

Tes addictions aux substances étaient mêlées à l’amour que tu appelais un ami...

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