There was no rehab for it.

Though there ought to have been. 

Everyday she withdrew, and at night especially, as she lay alone with nothing but memories of the last time. Even summers were cold, and the pain was almost physical, and if she could just have a little bit more just to hold her over…

Once in a while she relapsed but it always only left her wishing she hadn’t, and wanting to again, and searching in all the wrong places for the feeling she’d gotten that very first time. 

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