This is a fictional work and a free writing exercise.
The worst part of an addiction is the goodbye. That forlorn feeling of nostalgia that comes when the danger disappears, and the safety that makes you hope you’ll meet again. Truths, lies and the normal rules aren’t the same inside a junkie. It’s not the danger that kills them, but the safety and the peace of mind.
Because, safety is the biggest drug of them all. Penetrating your veins by the needle of comfort, and running through your bloodstreams like spooked horses. Telling you’ll be fine as long as there’s enough of it even though there was no such thing as enough.