(Mark’s POV)
I still can’t believe he’s doing it again…
The bottles of cans that he held…
The way I yell…
It’s happening again…
Even after I told him that I have had enough of this…
I can still taste it on his lips when we kiss.
That grey stuff is addictive.
The image is very vivid…
In my mind, I can still see it.
The grey cans and bottles where he hid.
Still trying to be optimistic,
I held on to my feelings for a tad bit longer,
Just to realise that his addiction is growing stronger.
Why aren’t you stopping? I would always ask.
But he would always put on a smile, like a mask.
It’s to comfort me, I thought.
But it was him trying to escape the fact that he was caught.
As I stare at the ceiling in our bed, I would always think to myself.
What would happen to Wallter’s health?
I just knew the consequences of his actions.
It was all because of his addictions.
Grey stuff….
It was the culprit.
And it will forever leave a print.
