I would usually smoke a cigarette every time I'm alone to clear my thoughts . It was my release a habit that I seriously need to quit
The more I hang out with him, the more I don't see the need to smoke anymore I never feel the nerves kick in, to reach for a pack and light a stick up, I sat outside in the first few steps that lead the way to the front door and watch the sunrise. I wrapped my arms around me and felt a poke on the side of the pocket of my jacket and their lies my Marlboro there was one remaining cigarette in the box I took one, I shut the box close, I lift myself off the steps to throw it away in the trash, thinking this is the right thing to do and there is no going back. I walk back to bed
I cuddle close to him as he pulls me closer to him
I feel asleep to the sound of his heartbeat
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Lost
Short StoryA girl battling with depression living a whimsical lost adventure called life with a boy and deals with obstacles that comes through the way
