37. My muse confesses to being a drug addict. || Soul Crushing Angst || Accepting || @black-wiidow-baby
Clint felt like death warmed over. He finally understood the phrase. Six days worth of stubble on his cheeks he slid into the seat next to Tasha with a cup of black coffee. “Tasha? I have a problem,” He said before he chickened out. “I’ve had a problem on and off since I was a teenager. I… use drugs. I get high to cope and I nearly ODed and I’m scared.”
It came out flat, but it said good to just get it out there.