Being in Love: Saving Grace

She was sitting in front of me. A girl with dark shadows under her eyes and cheeks sunken beyond normalcy. She looked as if she’d die the next day from starvation. She was continuously fidgeting. A typical Heroin addict. She was dressed like any other teenager in jeans and an over sized pullover, but the small band around her wrist, bearing her name and room number, marked her as a patient at the Rehabilitation Centre.