He thought;
One cigarette can't hurt anybody.
I just want to test it once.
I mean, my dad always does it..
So he had these thoughts, and acted on them. The teenager at age 18 took a cigarette out of his father's box and lit it. He knew how to use a lighter after all of the times he's watched him do it.
Over and over.
Every day.
It was rarely ever that he saw his father without a cigarette between his lips, and he was about to start the habit too.
At first, nothing. First comes the feeling of being cool.
Because 'cool' now identifies as holding the reaper between two fingers.
Then the smell, he thought that they smelled funny and he felt.. nothing.
Nothing. He took a big gulp of the smoke and still felt nothing.
It wasn't all that special after all.
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cigarettes // yuri on ice
Fiksyen Peminat"You know those are going to kill you one day, right?" ♡ ; lower cases are intended // completed ; yuri!!! on ice fanfic
