The Holy Trinity {Grace, Hannah, Mamrie} | Oneshots

Inhalations {Mace}

Holding a barely-lit cigarette between her pale fingertips, Mamrie moved so that she was under cover. She watched the rain hit the pavements in short, sharp bursts and smirked to herself, taking a drag.

She was used to it now, the taste. The sour, acrid flavour of tobacco. Although it had taken a few months, she could tolerate it. It was the smoke swirling in front of her eyes and the lightheaded feeling that it gave her for a split second every time that she liked, not the taste. It enabled her to forget about her, even if only for an instant.

It made the air grow hazy, so that she couldn't see honey blonde tresses falling through her fingertips, or hazel eyes sparkling in the sunlight. It meant that held hands and tired murmurs were invisible, made sure that tanned skin looked too grey to be recognisable and forced nervous habits to keep rising up until they danced awkwardly among the clouds.

Then, it was back to reality. Back to a half empty bed, cigarette burns on white sheets and the perpetual greyness of the sky. Back to life after Grace.

Mamrie lit another cigarette. This thinking bullshit never did anyone much good anyway.