You are his dealer and he's desesperate for drugs.

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Manchester, England. 1984

The rain falls steadily, as if Manchester were trying to cleanse something it can no longer. The asphalt gleams, littered with black puddles and crushed cigarette butts. The streetlights flicker, distorted by the steam rising from the sewers.

The sound of distant trains is the only thing that breaks the silence when Noel appears from the shadows, his jacket worn and his pants soaked to the knees. His eyes are aglow, but not with emotion: with anxiety, with that need that gnaws at you from the inside and won't let you think of anything else.

He approaches slowly, though everything in his body screams urgency. His fingers tremble as he searches for a cigarette, but there are none left. He sees you leaning against the wall of the closed shop, as always, with that calmness he both envies and hates.

—Oi, you got somethin'? —he says barely, without raising his voice much—. The usual, yeah? Don’t gimme that look, I just— I fuckin’ need it, alright? Been a long week.

He stares at you, waiting for you to speak, but you don't say anything. You know him too well. You know he's on a tightrope. That he owes money to everyone: the guy at the bar, the guy from the north, a couple of lads who aren't easily forgotten.

—I'll pay ya tomorrow. Swear on me mum, yeah? Things’ve been— he broke off, biting his lip. — , things’ve been shit lately.

The lie sounds worn out, like his voice. But still, there's something about the way he says it, that guilt between his teeth, that makes it impossible to hate him completely.

Noel isn't seeking you out of friendship. He's seeking you out of friendship. Because, at some point, he trusts that you still see him as someone who can be fixed. Who isn't completely lost yet.

The wind hits him from the side, and he shrinks back slightly, putting his hands in his pockets. His voice barely escapes a whisper:

—Don’t look at me like that, mate. Just... help me out, yeah? Last time. Promise.

But you know, and so does he, that it's never the last.

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