Heaving, he quickly throws himself into his bathroom and positions himself over the toilet once again, throwing up the little that was in his stomach. Once he emptied it of some stomach acid and water, he feels chills overtake him as he slumps down on the floor, leaning against the bathtub. His skin felt like fire against the cold grimy porcelain tub but he still shivered violently as he curled in on himself.

Where was Luhan? He knew how to make it stop, how to make it go away. He needed Luhan.

A strange sensation overtook him now. Where was he? When was the last time he had seen him? He strains, trying to remember the last time he had seen the boy. He can see him, standing there smiling at him with the glory of the halo of sunshine behind him. He was in light white t-shirt and his beautiful, full lips were sticky because they had been eating popsicles to defeat the heat.

No. It's already fall now and the leaves were hitting the ground, bringing with them a chill that swept through South Korea. He wanted to go back to the summer and see his beautiful smile again, and so he closed his eyes again and tried to dream.

Hello beautiful people! I'm back with another story!

This is going to be a oneshot that touches upon a more difficult issue of drug abuse. It's going to be darker and a lot more serious so there's going to be a lot of warnings on it. It'll be as factual as possible since I've been doing quite a bit of research but everyone's experiences are different.

Note that I do not intentionally mean to romanticize the usage of drugs in any way. I do hope that if you choose to read this story, you read it with the understanding of its actual meaning.

(I apologize to those waiting to read the last chapter of Renegade T_T I had some personal issues and now I'm struggling a little bit to tie up the loose ends. Everything will be finished by the end of the summer though!)

Cover image credit: overdose-lu