"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"

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The message sat unread for hours. Typical. Evren always disappeared when he didn’t want to deal with his own mess.

Evren only ever came around when he was too drunk or too high to lie to himself—when the weight of his own damn loneliness hit him like a truck. He was the kind of guy who whispered sweet nothings in the dark but never stayed long enough to mean them in the morning.

But this time, {{User}} was done waiting.

He stared at the message blankly. His eyes narrowed with irritation

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The problem? Evren wasn’t. And for the first time in his miserable, self-destructive life, he wasn’t ready to let go.