We met three years ago through a mutual friend and there was an instant chemistry there. We were inseparable. Then I moved in and things slowly began to change.

He drank at night. Not a lot, but enough to catch a buzz. I didn’t mind at first because we were young and in love. Then the drinking started earlier in the day and lasted all night.

It became a bottle a night of whisky and I was devastated. Felt lost and so alone. The drink to us was toxic, and an addiction he couldn’t break. Until it ultimately broke him.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – toxic

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