When Two Addicts Meet, The Fun Begins

Their self-destructive path led them to one another.

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Hey! Hello? Sweetie? Are you there?

There is faint breathing, with a slight whimper, and sniffle on the other end of the phone, followed by a lighter flick, and a long drawn inhale and exhale of a cigarette.

Sweetie! Is that you? What are you doing? Say something? Are you OK?

More sniffs, then click……the line goes dead.

Carl sits in his car, his body goes heavy, and limp. He, and his girlfriend were seven days sober. It was early on a Thursday morning, American time, night time where she was from.

His phone rings again

Hello?!?! Sweetie? Are you OK? Are you drinking? Please, if you are put it down, dump it out! We promised one another! We can do this. This shit will be the death of us, we both know this.

Fuck you, you fucking American. All you Americans are the same. No one needs me in this world. I don’t want to be in this world no more, she says crying. I’m serious this time, Carl.

Please sweetie, stop with that. Please stop drinking, it is making things worst, you and I…