southsidecascini:
nix struggled hard with his past, he relapsed a few times in his two years clean, but he was suppose to be strong than that. his tattoos were to cover up the needle markings the old him made, he squeezed at the fabric from his long sleeve shirt tightly as he waited for sam. he didnt want to bother her, but he needed her. so bad. he was two seconds away from going back and undoing all his progress he made before he made the smart move of getting ahold of the girl. sitting on the curb in front of an old abandoned house, he glanced at her once she sat beside him. his arms wrapped around her almost instantly. “ you came. “ he said quietly, fighting back tears. although part of himself didn’t want her to come, he wanted to go into the building and get fucked up.
‘’of course I came,’’ her breathe trembled at the cold night, sam’s worried eyes scanning the boy. ‘’you don’t look too great,’’ she squeezed his arm, wanting to get closer but she didn’t dare. ‘’what are you doing out here in the cold?’’ sam’s heart was skipping beats, anxious, what if he had done something? the girl knew little about his past, but she had heard things.






