It’s been weeks since I last saw you, and I don’t know what to make of it.
You say it’s because you work late at the newspaper and because of finals at school.
But I still don’t know what to make of it.
I know you want me to stop smoking, but I can’t help it.
It helps me feel alive when you’re not here.
YOU ARE READING
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.
