4AM.

Got me addicted like I have methamphetamine in my bloodline.

And I'm going through withdrawal, and there's only two ways this can go.

I stay addicted to you if you show up again anytime soon.

Or I become unaddicted.

Either way, I'm not gonna care anymore.
Because I hate feeling like that.
Feeling... whipped.
So I slept over it.
And it's amazing how much can happen when you time travel.
Eight hours later, and I realized... I shouldn't give a fuck.
It's not me.
I'm too chill to worry.
So, here's a shot.
Let's take a risk.
Waiting on you.
One last time.
Cuz I'm here.
For you.
But I'm not going to make a fool out of myself.
You got forty eight hours.