Capnophobia.

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Capnophobia, I never learned your real name.

I still think it's Capnophobia though.

Today I handed her my pack of cigarettes and offered by nodding my head.

We have yet to speak, Capnophobia.

She dropped them and the world seemed so still, her eyes teared up and her soft pale hands covered them.

You ran to the toilet, Capnophobia.

When she came out the cigarettes were no longer on the ground.

Her hands were no longer soft and white, they were red and bleeding.

She washed them so hard, just because of a packet of cigarettes?

I'm sorry, Capnophobia, but this is the only way to melt your disguise.

She stared at me, her eyes were puffy and red, they glanced at the ground where the cigarettes layed before.

I smiled softly, it was fake.

She sobbed a little and closed her eyes.

Capnophobia, am I like a cigarette to you?

Capnophobia, do you hate me that much?

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