If only drug was intelligent and able to decide when to be taken, or when not to be, which is, technically, the same thing in her case.
She gives him attention and he suddenly stops having a crush on his favorite hot celebrity. Then she drowns him in attention till he keeps reading the same page of his current read over and over for lack of focus, his dreamy smile drawing attention to him and betraying whatever character he's been impersonating in public.
Making every eager cell of his now addicted body beg for the attention she keeps dropping like dimes for the beggar she made him and his heart starts skipping a beat after every irrelevant buzz from his cellphone. That's when she fades away, leaving him with no choice but rehab. A rehab program he would break the second his drug decides she's available again.
He loves her even more with every cycle. The light at the end of the tunnel is the same, HER, but the tunnel is longer and darker.
And he hates himself for it. He knows he must revolt and recover, and one day he might. But in the meantime, let me go eat something because it's 2 AM and I can't sleep 'cause I'm doped up.
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