[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#cc33ff][center]Guinevere Stark[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s9.postimg.cc/6g2snw67z/teen_guin1_1.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr]	Guin crumbled into Lance, leaning on him as she cried softly. It had been hard enough to figure out how to broach the subject with her father - and he had been the one to start the conversation. Talking to her father about her addiction was one thing - talking to Lance about it was venturing into all new territory. They hadn't really talked about what happened and how she had ended up in rehab, much less the time she spent there. She tried to dry her eyes on her sleeve but the tears kept on coming. 

	[color=#cc33ff]"I'm fine..."[/color] she told him softly. [color=#cc33ff]"It's just...Look, I'm not doing great, Lando. I haven't been doing great for a while. So like last night, after you went home, I was going to swallow a handful of pills and see if I could make everything a little more tolerable. I didn't do it, but Dad found my stash while I was at school...Hence why I'm crying like a little kid right now..."[/color]