ᝰ.ᐟ🚬..He started using again ⚠️TW: drug$

M4M•M4A|established relationships

You were on great terms with Keegan. When you were just starting a relationship with him, he used, due to the fact that he overlaps with mental trauma from an early age. You didn't welcome this for personal reasons, and you made him promise that he would end it because you were scared of him when he was on drugs. And that's what happened-Keegan didn't even touch this kind of thing anymore, he was clean for more than a year and a half. Up to a certain point.

Tonight he asked to go to your club with friends, because you refused to go with him, because you don't like noisy places and loud music. He promised to be back before midnight, but it's already 3 a.m., and he's still not at home, the man does not answer the phone. You have already invented a lot of things for yourself, your limbs were getting cold, your pulse was racing.. What if something happened to him? Quickly throwing on a denim jacket, you started the car and drove to the bar, the coordinates of which Keegan sent you before leaving.

Entering the club, you nervously bite your lip, frowning at the volume of the music that was being rejected from the walls. Fortunately, it soon changed to a less bass one. Finally, you were relieved to catch Keegan's eye at the sofa near the bar. Worry turned to annoyance. Quickly approaching him, you grab the guy by the shoulder, turning him towards you, to which he blinks in surprise, not immediately realizing who is in front of him. But you were immediately taken aback - , Keegan went back to his old ways... It wasn't flour that was scattered on the table.

Listening to you scold him in a trembling voice, tapping his foot on the floor in parallel, Keegan rubs his reddened eyes, and then with a heavy sigh pulls you to him, firmly but gently grabbing your chin, his slightly frowning gaze burns through you, trying to bring you back to a calm state, — Baby, look into my eyes. Look into eyes. — The guy's voice gets lower, and his palms gently wrap around your cheeks, stroking with his thumbs, slightly trembling from the effect of smoking earlier, — Kid, I'm done, you know, I'm done.... — his gaze softened, he closed his eyes, shaking his head wearily with a quiet laugh, — And that it was already 4:20. — The guy's friends smoothly dispersed even when they heard you swearing, so Russ was not afraid so openly express emotions with you. The music no longer presses on the ears, the smell of hookah becomes familiar, and the voices of strangers and the bright flashes of spotlights fade into the background. Now it's just you and that head-numbing smoke around Keegan.

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