Elliot pointed to the table beside the couch. He'd never made a habit of hiding anything in his apartment. There wasn't really any reason to. He stared at the vial and the rational part of his brain was telling him it was a bad idea but one line wouldn't be so bad.
One line and then just lay down and hope the pain dulled to an acceptable throb instead of the piercing grief that he couldn't ignore. It wasn't a good idea and he just kept breaking every rule today that he had for himself, pushing at the tenuous boundaries of his sanity.
He opened the vial, leaning forward to start the process on the end table in front of them.
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Date: 2016-10-02 11:44 am (UTC)One line and then just lay down and hope the pain dulled to an acceptable throb instead of the piercing grief that he couldn't ignore. It wasn't a good idea and he just kept breaking every rule today that he had for himself, pushing at the tenuous boundaries of his sanity.
He opened the vial, leaning forward to start the process on the end table in front of them.