Addiction: A 60's Love Story の小説・ストーリー

He had never felt so desperate all his life yearning for more of a woman's taste, seriously Mariana was a special flavor. Now he was so sure that Mariana Romano is bad for him, so bad for him. She was a sweet silent addiction

Only by kissing them could one understand how wonderful they felt. One would become addicted and obsessed with them. However, why did he seem to be the only one addicted to it? Why was he still so easily influenced by her and could even go out of control?

A week later, death would follow. The scariest part was that it tampered with the mind, forcing an obsession with the person who provided it. I had been on that stuff for a decade. Adrian Davis, Francis' dad, was the one who got me started on it. I would have done anything for Adrian. When he died, Francis took over, and for the last eight years, I have been head over heels for him. All because of that pill. "If you wouldn't actually die, just feel a bit under the weather?" Francis asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're tough as nails, Natalie."

“Now, I understand all this, doctor, but you really have to help me with this. I don’t care if it takes money to make this possible. I’ll pay any amount possible.” The doctor took a deep breath, just looking at me. Finally, he smiled a bit. “You must love your woman greatly to go to this extent for her.” That brought a smile to my face. “Oh, yes. I love her, and we are gonna get married.” I exhaled an angry breath. “She has that addiction because of my friends. They abducted her, drugged her and raped her.” “You told me all this before, Mr. Hathaway, but I never knew that the culprits were friends of yours,” he said sympathetically.

"Well, it's a pretty sad story. Back in high school I had a drug addiction. When my father found out, he sent me to rehab. I often used to run away cause I needed to take care of Adrian. Little did I know she learnt how to do drugs from me. "When she had a cardiac arrest one day, I kinda woke up. I needed to be there for her. I needed to quit. So I quit drugs and cooking just stole my heart. I cooked to entertain myself and to cheer up Adrian. I've been clean for thirteen years now and I'm proud." "Wow, what a story. Must've been a tough journey," I commented. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, it was." After dinner we had dessert. "What is this?" I asked.

She made me lose focus on the world and see only her. In only the short time we'd been together, she'd gotten under my skin like no one else, even Jo. I'd never fallen so fast or so hard. I didn't do drugs, never had. Nevertheless, I imagined that Charli was like cocaine. One casual hit at a party—that was all I was after in Del Mar. One hit, one week. Since returning to New York, I'd tried to deny my addiction. Each day we were apart was another day clean, another day sober. I was able to detox because she was out of my life.

I had to reframe it, see it for the toxicity it was. The sex, the intensity—it was addiction, not love. The photography sessions that started innocent, turning explicit, his hands guiding mine to touch forbidden places. The kisses that bruised, the fucks that left me sore and sated, only to wake hollow.

“It’s not about allowing myself. I can’t help it. He’s the center of my world. Hell, he’s the center of my whole damn universe, and all I can do is hold on to his gravitational pull while I spin out of control.” “You can help it. Of course you can. It’s your decision, and you have control because you’re aware of it. You’re in the position where you can grab your addiction by the balls and deal with it.” “Is that professional lingo, Doctor? Grabbing addiction by the balls?” He half-grinned. “If it’s not, it should be. It’s a very clear instruction, don’t you agree?” “I do agree. And technically, that’s what I want to do. I just wish it were easier to separate the addiction from the love. Some