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- a familiar scent.
chapter one

hazel's pov

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hazel's pov.

"When do you want me to come pick you up?"

Nicolas asks me while I was sitting on a wooden seat where he always drop me off.

"Three hours later?"

"No, it'll get dark. It's currently 8:00pm now."

"Like I care."

"If you don't care then I do. I will pick you up 2 hours later."

I stuck my tongue out to him and says "No difference. It will still get dark after 2 hours."

"I am Nicolas Sturniolo and I know more about when the bad guys are coming than you, so just believe me, you stubborn."

"Of course you will know when people like you comes out."

We both giggle. Then he says "Okay, call me when you need anything"

I take my pencil to draw something while nodding my head.

A golden yellow sun barely peeking out behind the mountains. The horizon starts to get pink and red like it's at the happiest.

The big majestic green trees dancing slowly with the wind, a small brown swing that's hanging to it.

A little girl who is crying while looking sadly to the red shoes that's too big for her after fell on the ground.

As I was thinking about how to draw the blood that is coming out of the little girl's knee, I feel someone sitting on the other side of the chair.

A familiar smell.

Perfumes and cigarettes.

Among them, it is another tender smell that can hardly be smelled.

"You draw good."

Very appealing voice.

"You smoke good." I say.

"Wanna try?"

"No, thank you."

After rejecting his offer, I started to search something in my pocket and finally pulled out my pack of cigarettes and a lighter that Nick gave me and starts to smoke.

I blow out all my sadness with this gray smoke of peace. I feel it going down my throat and fill my whole body.

I still feel the eyes of the person who is sitting next to me.

"We both smoke cigarettes."

I inhale the smoke once again and nodded my head to his words. He laughs quietly.

"A cold woman huh? You're not even gonna look at me?"

I grin. "Yeah I won't. Even if I look at you, I can't see you."

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