Only you / Max&Isak
It was always miserable, waking up alone. But waking up alone, not only with a headache, but retching so hard down the toilet boil he thoughts his guts would come out, feeling weak and entirely gutted, was the most miserable Isak had been in a long while. He had ended up lying for hours on the bathroom floor, contemplating what the hell he was doing and how on earth he was supposed to turn this around. Because it was painfully clear that if he kept this up.. well he wouldn’t live for long. And that made him ponder if he was willing to sacrifice everything else, for something as pointless as drugs.
By the time he heard the door being unlocked and Max coming home, Isak had done some serious soul searching while sticking to water and PB and J sandwiches. Being fully sober for more than an hour for the first time in over a month was a challenge, but the clarity sobriety brought made the fight worth fighting.
“Can we talk?” he asked once his better half.. the love of his life, the only guy he wanted, walked into the kitchen. “I’m sober. I swear.” Considering that he should swear on something that really mattered, Isak took a deep breath. “I swear on your life. Cause if you don’t already know, I love you and you really are all that matters to me Max.”
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