Addiction

It was the fourth day. Nico entered the cold, dim cell. Inside was a weak, skinny man who seemed as though he hadn't eaten for days. He was young, but it wasn't obvious, his skin had become prematurely wrinkled and he definitely did not have the energy of a young man. He simply sat in the corner of his cell, staring at the floor dejectedly, not daring to make eye contact with Nico. "It's time …

…dose, baby." The man stood up off the ground and put his face directly infront of Nico's. "Listen to me, Nico, you have ruined me. I was a successful, friendly man. I was intelligent, I could feel. But most importantly, I was free from you." And with that cutting remark, he turned away and walked to the door of his cell. Without looking back, he opened it and strolled away. The door was never locked...