♛ ┆ @adoncs. TRIGGER WARNING: drugs , overdose.
tall frame clad in a fur jacket screaming expensive & wealth, feet hitting hard against the pavement and digits being cut by the frigid air of scotland’s evening wrapped around the plastic cup filled with chocolate milkshake was the virtual image of romeo marching invited ( by himself ) to the house of the one he shares way too many life points with ─── an occurrence turned habit with time, the path to the destination & every corner of its interior drilled in his memory with more perspicuity than the back of his own hand. it was with easeness that he pulled the keys and slid them into the keyhole of the front door, the teeth chewing on the straw perking from his cup letting go to take a sip while he walked inside, words slipping down his lips with eyes fixed behind him & on the wooden door his free hand was pushing shut. “ hey, i didn’t bring you a milkshake but you can take whatever is left of── “ the room fell into a silence the moment he was met with a scene he never wished to repeat. brown hues settled on the numb body before glimpsing to the white crumbles left forgotten on the table, back to the boy with the red hair mat, and finally to a no specific point in front of him. he, who is stranger to feeling anything beyond drunk & the weight of his demons crumbling down on his shoulders, felt his heart shrinking, something that had happened only twice before, all in the same 365 days. his eyebrows raised as his digits pinched the bridge of his nose, a long & shaky exhale leaving through his nose. “ please. god. “ nonchalantly, he dragged his feet to the couch, tongue clicking in his mouth before starting to swallow what was left of his beverage. “ hey. “ he pushed the other’s leg with his own. “ dude. “ another nudging. “ holy shit. holy. goddamned shit. “ the plastic in his hand went flying to the other side of the room, ‘ he’ll clean that later. the fucker ‘, his body crouching down until he was on an eye level. he rested his palm on adonis’ forehead, pushing his middle finger backward to let it snap back against the skin ─── clack. “ you fucking dipshit. “ the picture lying in front of romeo was a nightmare he had had enough of the very first time it had happened no more than six months prior, and it may have be the shock, not really wanting to believe it or his numbed senses what made him drop on the spot next to him to stare into space & chew his nails, utterly forgetting about the body lying unconscious or what to do, the only words leaving his lips being a toneless ‘ oh. right. ‘ before dialling the emergency number, muttering how his stupid friend overdosed on stupid coke needed an ambulance. ‘ he better not fucking die. that’s my job now. ‘