WARNING: Mentions of drug use and suicide

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Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own the Political Animals miniseries or any characters and places associated with Greg Berlanti and Berlanti productions. No profit is made from the writing for this fanfiction.

It had all taken off so perfectly. 3 weeks with a powder free nose, rushed off my feet as my I watched my flawless business plan build up around me, and a sober buddy who could drag me to the ends of the earth with a flutter of his eyelashes and then… I see you. My heart twitches against a non-existent knife, all well yearning for the cold slice of a real one. 3 weeks cleans suddenly seemed like such a waste of time. I claw for my support by my hands fall through him, he is just a cloud of dust.

3 weeks, 3 months, 3 years, the rest of my life; what does it do but give me time to remember all that happened, forever act like I am thankful that my family love me enough to ignorantly cause our… no, my pain but not allow me to release myself from it.

The rest of my life to contemplate how everyone who I have and ever will hold love for will choose the dirty allure of politics over me. You I guess surprisingly so, but only because I had been so blinded with love for you that I truly believed that for once, someone would choose me. I would not be celebrating 3 weeks clean, it would all just be an unpleasant memory of my life before you.

But no, you strut in with a friendly smile without the decency to pass me by as if you did not know me. You ask me if the rumour are true and I lie, even though your eyes swim with guilt. My heart stops. It's the happiest I have been since I sat at the piano in my apartment, your strong arms wrapped around my shoulders.

Then you turn your back without a second thought. No tone of understanding, no false hope, no love. My eyes close, the smell of petrol and smoke filled my nose. It's impossible to shake my head clean of the memories; I'm drowning in the pain, with a balance of your and pretty powder weighing me down as my family watch with heads shaking in disapproval.

You've ruined everything.

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