When your mind starts to cave in on itself, it doesn't happen suddenly. Slowly, bit by bit, it's etched away at like the decaying ash of a fire. But, instead of creating a masterpiece...
It's creating a blackhole.
And though Astrid had seemingly, finally, gotten her life together helping those like herself and the love of her past, the last thing she could've expected was for Harry to come back to her.
As past feelings begin to blossom again, Astrid soon realizes that the lusciousness of a blooming rose also has quite puncturing thorns that accompany it, and though she tries her hardest, sometimes the inferno is just too much for us all to fight against.
Especially for a junkie like her.