I didn’t quit the drugs because I wanted to turn my life around after she died. I did it because they make me feel…” “What?!” he shouts, making me jump again. “Nothing,” I choke out, sniffing as a stray tear falls over my cheek. “They make me feel nothing, okay? Not doing them makes me feel it all. All the pain and the guilt and the fucking misery. I’m sober because I deserve it. Because it hurts more.”
