19/04/18
"instead of being stubborn would you rather tell me what's going through your mind?" he said as exhaling some smoke in the air.
my mouth almost watered.
i need a cigarette.
practically a few minutes ago i decided to go back here.
for some reason he's addictive to be around.
and as we can tell i get addicted pretty easily.
yay.
but i feel as if some of my pride has gone, so i don't want to say anything for there to be not even a speck of it left.
"you know it's hard to focus when your literally smoking right next to me," i said staring down at the concrete to distract myself.
"sorry my bad," he said as he once again crushed the cigarette between his foot.
"let's start of easy," he spoke once again, "tell me what brought you into smoking"
i sighed.
"fine, but as long as you tell me your reason to,"
"deal,"
