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My anxiety is like, through the roof right now. Hands almost shake loose the unlit cigarette between my forefinger and middle finger, my neck’s trembling as if the cool air has touched my skin through my zip up hoodie; legs threatening to buckle underneath me. I slowly inhale and exhale the cigarette though it’s never lit. “Aye, need a lighter?” I slowly raise my head up to see it’s Chris stepping on leaves in my yard as he walks up the driveway. “Mhm.” He makes his way over and flickers the lighter on to spark flame to my cigarette. “Boo, It’s dark out. Why are you out here by yourself?” I shrug up your shoulders up then down. He knows I’m not being completely honest so he tries to get the truth out of me. “C’mon I know it’s something going on, you can tell me.” He tilts my chin up and sees the pout sprawling across my features. “[Y/N]. What’s wrong, girl?” He tries to make me look him in the eyes but I can’t. Too afraid that I would cry if I do. So next, he takes the cigarette away and extinguishes it to get me to talk. “I just broke up with my boyfriend,“ I finally speak. He looks apologetic for me, probably feeling a little terrible for my sake because heartbreak’s a motherfucker. "We should go inside and talk about this, it’s freezing cold out here.” He says with his bottom lips trembling and he’s shivering – something about this sight makes me giggle. “That’s funny?” His rugged, low voice croaks. He pushes my shoulder in a rather playful way and I reliate, of course jokingly. Thereafter, he wraps an arm over the small of my back and walks alongside of me into his mom’s house.
