p.m.l.
"Shit." I say as I drop my cigarette again. I tend to do it a lot, because I'm
A) a clumsy fuck and
B) my hand trembles from the nicotine.
Don't smoke, it'll ruin you.
Yes, it is an escape for me. But it's a shitty escape.
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I continue my walk to school. I'm a Year 12. Next year, it'll be my last year. I don't know what I'm going to do.
What do I do with my life after school? I can't get a reasonable job, I'm an alcoholic, a drug addict, nobody will hire me. Shit -
I can't breathe as easily as I was before, and it wasn't from the cigarette, I dropped that and left it.
I turn the corner quickly, and dive into the alleyway by the local town's Italian restaurant.
Sobbing.
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Once Upon An Alleyway
FanfictionRomance. Aw. The Feels. Not really. They met in an alley, and that alley soon became their everything. How could that possibly be romantic? Punk!Phil x Pastel!Dan
