'𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘏 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜' - STURNIOLO TRIPLETS

𝘊𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘚 𝘖𝘜𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘋𝘖𝘞 - 𝘔.𝘚

Synopsis - When she has a tough time with quitting her addiction.

Warnings! - Smoking, mentions of depression, self-esteem issues, profanity, I think that's all.

God. I didn't want to do this. I shouldn't be doing this. Why am I doing this?

But yet, here I stand, in the nearest shitty gas station I could find, buying a pack of cigarettes.

I send a tight-lipped smile at the cashier as I grab the bag of snacks and the pack of cigarettes. I make my way out of the gas station, and I walk a good few blocks, headed to the city.

I can feel my phone buzzing in my pocket, but I could care less. I know who it is, and I should answer it, but I just can't bring myself to do it.

I make it to a somewhat secluded area that has a billboard, a few benches, and an abandoned food cart. No one's here. Not surprising, considering it's the middle of the night and it's wet and humid from the rain we've been getting.

I sigh as I plop down on the bench and set the bag next to me. I look at the billboard to see an advertisement for some fitness company. I shake my head softly as I rummage through the bag and grab the pack of cigarettes.

I just stare at them, in my hand. I take a deep breath before opening it. I grab one out and grab my lighter from my pocket. I hold the cigarette to my lips and light it before taking a long drag.

I look at the full moon as I exhale all of the smoke. It's almost satisfying watching the cloud of smoke leave my lips and into the night sky. I feel a familiar burn in my chest at the sensation, but it's nothing new.

I take another drag, this one shorter. I hold it for a few seconds before exhaling it all out slowly. Watching the light from the streetlamp next to me illuminate it.

After a couple long drags, I put the cigarette out. Throwing it out into the street at my feet.

I sigh as I pull my phone out of my pocket. Looking at the screen, I see multiple text notifications from one contact.

Matt's contact.

I grab the bag of snacks from next to me and stand up. I shove the box of cigarettes in my pocket along with my phone and lighter before I start walking back to Matt's house.

I had originally gone to the gas station for snacks for all of us so we could watch a movie. I mean, I did get the snacks. But I couldn't help it. I know I'm trying to quit, but it's hard.

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I make it back to Matt's house. I take a few deep breaths before I walk in the door. I immediately hear a 'yay she's back' from the living room. Probably from Chris.

I slip my shoes off before walking up the stairs and into the living room. I set the bag down on the coffee table and excuse myself for a moment.

I walk to Matt's bathroom and look at myself in the mirror.