"I want you as my sister. I'll never stop being your brother." Marijuana murmured lightly as he shifted his hand, feeling her heart beat beneath her skin and feeling so horribly guilty. "I understand that you are. You being mad makes me sad, but I understand." Why? Because Heroin was his everything, his whole heart but Marijuana sighed. "I'm not... doing anything to you. Our drugs will still mix, they'll all still love us but... I don't know, Angie. Things are different."
He tried to stave away the guilt. "So you don't want to go shopping?"