A/N: My first attempt at a Criminal Minds fanfic so I hope it's ok.
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Enjoy. x
6 months clean.
At least, that's what the certificate that the rehab attendant handed him stated.
They didn't know about the fire that burned inside of him to use again; a burn that he kept so very well hidden.
For him; it wasn't an 'addiction'; it was an escape from the real world. Which, since she had died, held no interest for him any longer.
He missed her; that much was certain.
He loved her; he knew that with all his heart.
He needed her; like he needed to breathe and to keep his demons at bay; the diluadid being a mere substitute for her presence.
"It's a circle, a mean cycle, what's my offence this time?"
-Ignorance, Paramore.