DAY 10

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by xBrownEyes

by xBrownEyes

Cigarette box was at the tip of her fingers,

Pushed the top open,

Pushed it close back.

And repeat.

Somehow his voice played through her head,

"No matter how hurt you are,

Don't smoke, let me die suffocating in these, ",

Let me die too then , she thought.

She pushed the top of the box,

Lingering the tips of her fingers at the whites,

beautiful color.

"I don't want to see you do this, ever" his voice played through her head.

She placed the cigarettes in between her red lips.

She smirked.

I'll show you, then.

She lit it up.