“Here to see my coffin?” he joked. I looked behind him, seeing the bed. “It looks comfortable.” His eyes turned warm, but then he dropped them, looking hesitant. Tears pooled in my eyes. “I’m fucked up,” I choked out. “I know.” He nodded. “But if you come in here, I’m not fixing you.” He was just as fucked up. Tomorrow wouldn’t be any brighter for either of us. “Just fix it for tonight,” I whispered. Dive and destroy and show me how to get lost. Just for tonight. He moved to the side, inviting me in, and I closed the door behind me. An obnoxious junkie. At least Sid could play a guitar.
