She sees his face when she closes her eyes. Dark dead eyes, her future lost in them. It's one of the reasons she's not sleeping, even though she knows that sleep is what she needs. Sleep debrivation leads to hallucinations and mood swings. Hell, she already has both of those from the drugs leaving her system, she didn't need more because she was sleeping. But all she can see is him and she really doesn't want to see him right now. 28 days she's been sober this time. Twenty eight days since he died, because she asked for one more time, one more high. They could have flushed the pills and started their lives together. He could have been here with her and all that is with her now is her father's watch, telling her every second that she spends without the men she needs.