cigarettes // yuri on ice

w.

It was one night when his parents were gone, when he first did it.

They were out somewhere, he didn't really care. Not at his low point in his life; 18. He remembered that year and most importantly, he remembered his birthday-

But that's for another time.

Everything comes in time.

The ignorant, little depressed teenager stormed into his parent's room to see if they had any good food in here they were hiding, and discovered something even greater.

A thin stick. It's a thin, solid stick with a white paper rolled around it and an orange tip. He eyed it, and then glanced over to the lighter that was right beside it. His father must of forgot it; he always takes his cigs wherever he goes.

And that's how the addiction started.