The following day, Calum went back to his usual spot; feet dangling, a lighted cigar laying between his hands.
Now, he can help but to hope that she would show up was and bug the heck out of him. The ugly feeling in his stomach did not go away since yesterday. And he didn't like it.
Hours passed. She didn't show up today.
Calum groaned in frustration. And guilt.
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smoke {c.h}
Fanfiction"vodkas, sex and cigarettes are just some of people's way to vent out the shit that the universe throws to them, but mine's different." "it's you. you're my vodka, my sex, and my beloved cigarettes."
