You told me your favorite movie was The Royal Tenenbaums.
I didn’t understand why at first, but when we curled up together on your couch to watch it—your head on my collarbone and your breath on my neck—I finally understood. They’re just people trying to make it in life.
Just like you.
Maybe just like me.
You fell asleep halfway through the film, but I didn’t mind. It just meant that I could hold you longer than if you were awake.
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Nicotine
Short StoryAbout a boy who smokes, And a girl who doesn't want him to, But mostly about how she seems to save him. © by Sydney Druckman 2022. Early matters subject to change.
