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𝗢𝗖𝗧. 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟵

Alula trudged up the walkway to her Los Angeles home, her shoulders weighed down by the strain of an exhausting day in the recording studio. A dull sunset spread across the sky, casting long, tired shadows around her. She pulled out her keys, their familiar jingle echoing in the quiet of the evening and unlocked the front door.

Alula had always considered her home a sanctuary, a place of solace away from the glaring lights and cacophony of her stardom. But as she stood amidst the shambles of her once pristine living room, something inside her cracked. The scattered drug paraphernalia and the acrid scent of alcohol hanging in the air were all too familiar – an echo of a past she thought they had left behind.

Her gaze fell on a small, transparent baggie lying conspicuously among the broken glass. A white, powdery substance remained in one corner of it, and the sight of it felt like a sucker punch to the gut. This wasn't just a random act of rebellion; this was a relapse. Tears welled up in her eyes as the realization hit her. Mac, the man she loved, the man she had stood by through thick and thin, was once again lost in the clutches of addiction. She could taste the bitter tang of betrayal, a feeling so strong it made her knees buckle. She clutched the back of a chair for support, her heart pounding like a wild drum against her ribs.

Biting her lower lip to keep the sobs at bay, Alula allowed herself a moment to mourn. The crushing wave of sadness washed over her, the devastation almost tangible. She mourned for the man she loved, lost in the fight against his demons. She mourned for the dreams they had shared, now splintered like the shards of glass beneath her feet.

But even as tears blurred her vision, a spark of determination ignited within her. She couldn't allow herself to be swept up in this self-destructive cycle again. She loved Mac, but she loved herself too. And she knew, standing amongst the ruins of their shared life, she could not be the one to save him. He had to make that choice himself.

With trembling hands, Alula pushed open the door to the bedroom she and Mac shared. Her heart raced with a mixture of dread and determination as she stepped into the room, her gaze immediately finding Mac on the bed, engrossed in his phone. The contrast between his nonchalance and the devastation outside was almost too much to bear. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself for the difficult conversation that lay ahead. "Mac," she said softly, her voice wavering with the weight of her emotions.

At the sound of her voice, he looked up from his phone, his face betraying a moment of confusion before morphing into concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft and cautious.

Alula hesitated, trying to find the words to express the storm of emotions raging within her. "I found the drugs, Mac," she said finally, her voice trembling. "The broken bottles, the mess in the living room... You've relapsed."

Instead of the shame or sadness she expected, Mac's face adopted a mask of feigned innocence. "What are you talking about?" he replied, his voice unnervingly calm.

Alula's heart sank at his response, but she pressed on, unwilling to let him evade the truth. "Don't play dumb. I saw everything. The baggies, the powder, the pills... We can't keep doing this."

Mac continued to feign ignorance, a hint of frustration seeping into his voice. "Alula, I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't touched that stuff in months."

Her sadness quickly turned to anger as his denial intensified. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she clenched her fists, her patience wearing thin. "Stop lying! I know what I saw! I can't keep pretending everything is okay when it's not!"

For a moment, Mac seemed to waver, but then he shook his head, his expression stubborn. "You're overreacting, Alula. There's nothing going on."

Her anger reached its boiling point, the last of her patience snapping like a fragile thread. "I am not overreacting!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the room. "I'm tired of watching you destroy yourself and taking me down with you!" The intensity of her outburst seemed to stun Mac into silence. She glared at him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. When she spoke again, her voice was low and unwavering. "You need to leave, Mac. I can't be the one to save you. You need to find help and fight this battle on your own."

Caught in a whirlpool of emotions, Alula watched as Mac began to gather his things, the denial on his face slowly fading away. His shoulders hunched, he turned back towards her, his eyes glossed over with desperation. "Babe don't do this, I can work on it. I can get help," he pleaded, his voice thick with unshed tears.

Alula shook her head, her heartache momentarily replaced by a spark of defiance. "You said those same words last time, Mac," she interrupted, her voice firm yet trembling with restrained emotion. "And the time before that. I can't keep hanging on to your empty promises."

Mac's face hardened at her words, his desperation giving way to a flicker of defiance. "I mean it this time, Alula. I'll do it for us."

But Alula had heard it all before. The repeated promises, the hollow vows, the assurances that fell flat every time. "I'm tired," she confessed, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I'm tired of your no-shows. I'm tired of coming back to you every time, hoping that things will be different."

Mac's expression turned defensive, his eyes flashing with anger. "Well, maybe I'm tired too, Alula!" he retorted, his voice rising. "I'm fucking tired of your control, how you're always trying to change me. I'm not your project!"

The tension hung heavy in the room as Mac's words, sharp and laden with resentment, cut through the air. His accusation, the claim that she was controlling him, struck Alula like a slap in the face. But instead of anger, a profound sadness welled up within her. Alula gazed at him, her heart aching in her chest, and took a deep breath. Her voice, when she spoke, was soft but unwavering, a stark contrast to the turmoil that roiled within her.

"Is that what you think? You think I'm trying to control you—" she said, her voice echoing in the tense quiet. She took a deep breath before opening her mouth again. "All I wanted was to help you - for your sake, and for ours." She paused, taking a moment to collect her thoughts before continuing. "I wasn't trying to change you, I was trying to help you fight a battle that was consuming you," she went on, her gaze steady on his. "And I did it because I love you, not because I saw you as a 'project'."

Mac stood silent, his expression hard to read. The silence stretched between them, a chasm of unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

Alula swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "But if you can't see that, if you choose to believe I was controlling you instead of supporting you, then there's nothing left for me to say."

She let her words hang in the air, a painful declaration of a reality she had hoped they would never have to face. It was clear now, more than ever, that Mac had his own demons to fight. Demons she could no longer help him conquer.

Her heart heavy, she watched as Mac took a step back, his eyes glinting with an emotion she couldn't quite decipher. He didn't respond, but he didn't have to. His silence said enough. There was a finality to her words, an ending she had hoped to avoid, yet knew was inevitable. With a deep, shaky breath, she turned away from him, a silent cue for him to leave. As she heard the soft click of the front door closing behind him, she knew that their lives, once so intertwined, were beginning to unravel, and they were stepping into an uncertain future, alone.

Alula stood by the window, her heart aching in her chest as she watched Mac's figure make its way across the driveway. Each step seemed to take him further away from her, both physically and emotionally. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight, a part of her wanting to remember this moment, despite the pain it caused.

The moonlight streaming through the window highlighted the hazy outline of dust particles floating in the air, a striking contrast to the heavy atmosphere that filled the room. The world outside carried on, blissfully unaware of the turmoil and heartbreak happening within the confines of her home. It was surreal to think that life continued, even as hers seemed to be falling apart.

Mac hesitated for a moment by his car, his hand lingering on the door handle as he glanced back toward the house. Alula could see the turmoil in his eyes, a reflection of her own inner battle. For a split second, she imagined him walking back, pleading with her to give them another chance. But the moment passed, and with a deep, shuddering breath, he climbed into the car.

As the engine roared to life and the car began to pull away, Alula felt an overwhelming mixture of emotions swell within her. Grief, anger, and regret warred within her chest, fighting for dominance. But beneath it all, a quiet voice whispered words of strength and hope, a reminder that she had made the difficult choice for the sake of her own well-being, as well as Mac's. The car disappeared around the corner, taking with it a chapter of her life that had been both beautiful and painful in equal measure. Alula pressed her palm against the cool glass of the window, her breath leaving a faint fog on its surface. She closed her eyes, allowing the tears to fall freely, the full weight of her decision settling onto her shoulders.

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