𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐋 𝐈 𝐄 𝐑: ̗̀➛𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞/𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐬

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

catch my breath

  and hold it for me.

       I'm wasting my time...

             tryna make up my mind.    

oh, I'm sitting here as the chandelier is whispering in my ear...

saying....

                                                                          "can I get a cigarette?"

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dear future atticus,

fight for them, for her. keep her alive through them. don't lose them. they're all you have left.

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atticus rested the old letter back in his nightstand as he heavily sighed. that letter was the one he had written himself to keep him going, but it only dragged him down more and more each day. he lit another cigarette, his fourth one in a hour, and as he took a deep drag of it, he tried to remember his wife. her soft brown hair that was always so full and vibrant and her matching eyes were all he could remember now, but he could never forget because every time he looked at Jem, those were all he could see. his mother's features. as his vision became clouded once more with the smoke from his cigarette, he couldn't help but feel his heart hurt just like all those years ago. her last breath, her last smile. the last 7 words he ever heard from her: "take care of them, I love you," hit him all at once for the first time in 8 years. as he put out his final cigarette of the night, he glanced over to the clock on his nightstand that read 2:00 am, and laid his mind to rest.