"Why does it matter anymore?" I swirled around in the dark living room and questioned my aunt. "What do I have to live for? Absolutely nothing so if I indulge into a few old habits of mine, it's not going to affect me-or anyone." My chest burned as the words left my throat. It was always hard to repeat the past and doing it after so many months bought me a terrible heartache.
"It matters to me, Eos. I care about you." She grabbed my elbow as I tried to put on my leather jacket. "I love you as your parents did and because of that, I can't see you falling into this hole. This addiction isn't going to lead you anywhere." The tears were there in her eyes, as always. Her face was wretched with tension and worries-most I had given to her.