She settled the kneedle in her vein, feeling the euphoric freedom that only those chemicals could provide her with. She closed her eyes, feeling the mental journey of sinking lower. She could stop any time, any moment.
And she did, once, she did.
When she met him.
The drugs addication fated out and was replaced with him. Everything was him. Life, air, earth was him. She needed him, every single core of her body did. It wasn't love, it was survival at its basic strive. Her mind relied on his presence, on his acceptance. Of him nodding at him, of him moving and acknowledging her. Whenever he talked to her, she felt that much that her need was sated.