Who: Cleo and Quinn Where: The Park What: Meeting When: Monday Rating: PG 13 for mentions of drug use Open: Not this time Status: Ongoing.
Cleo was jonesing, she was twitching, there were spiders under her skin and she couldn’t concentrate. She knew she was being bitchy to everyone who spoke to her on the network thing. She knew Quinn would be disappointed in her for falling off the wagon, she was disappointed in herself, but she’d managed for weeks without him coming back, then Cat had gone too and her strength had failed her.
She’d eventually given up and shot up, passing out on the living room floor like last time, and waking up here, flat out on a park bench. She’d spoken to Quinn on the network, but part of her wouldn’t believe it was him until she could see him, talk to him, touch him. She had to, otherwise she was giving up.