Continuing to flick my right thumb, my left hand conceals the bright BIC lighter. Finally, the flame catches, giving me merely a short moment of opportunity before it disintegrates once more. The cigarette between my lips lights quickly, and I feel the sweet tar fill my lungs. Closing my eyes, I feel bliss; yet I'm fully aware that my body will die agonizingly due to my unintelligent choices. "Is it a metaphor?" Shit.
"Reese... I..." I fumble nervously.
"Have had a really rough day," He fills in, nodding in understanding. "Tell me about it."
"It hit me last night that nothing will ever be the same. Everything I used to know and love is gone. It's never coming back."
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Chasing Rainbows
Teen FictionLarkin Katherine Walker has lived a long, tragic life. At the age of twenty, the past five years have slipped by without her living them at all. So what is she going to do about it? After all, going after happiness is like chasing a fucking rainbow...
