She walked confidently as she puffed her barely burnt cigarette, the street was cold dark and empty, walking down like a runway model she felt like the alpha she called her self.
She was more bothered about him than the lonely street she wasn't used to taking "stay safe out there" his words replayed in head like a faulty cassette player. She was delusional and she was happy, she had a smile plastered on her face soon she broke into an unexplainable laughter, her cigarette dropped from between her lips. The excitement seized when the headlights from a passing vehicle flashed into her honey brown eyes that made them shine, "estás loco?" Her smiled dropped, her Spanish was quite rusty.
She had lost her purse but that didn't seem to matter, all she wanted was to do was to pick up her phone and spend the night talking with him the way they spent the last summer that soon turned to her daily ritual then became her addiction...
He was a blunt better than the cigarettes she smoked
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Her Addiction
RomansaShe is lady that longs for love from one soul but doesn't see to keep it until she obsessed over it.
