“It seems so obvious to put the people you love before yourself and your needs, but I didn’t do that,” I admit. “Hindsight shows I didn’t even want to do that. I put those drugs before you time and time again. I was happy to die for them. You asked me to stop and I didn’t. You asked me to get help. You took me…” My voice trails off, my breath becoming harder to catch. “You took me to get help, and do you know what the last thing I said to you was?” “Fuck you,” he whispers, answering my question. “The last thing you said to me was ‘fuck you.’”
