the cold air bit at his cheeks turning them a light pink.
he looked down at his feet as he walked down the sidewalk.
he pulled the pack out of his coat pocket admiring the pack. he shook his head and lit one up.
How did it get so complicated?
He thought as he let the smoke pass his lips.
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his body leaned over the railing of the balcony. the sun rising causing the sky to be a mix of pink and orange.
I know it won't, but I still keep hoping it gets better.
He stuck the cigarette between his lips and lit it with the black lighter.
I smoked 2 cigarettes and I don't even smoke.
What even is this?
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Shawn Mendes Imagines
FanfictionI imagine i'm with Shawn and make a book out of it. ~completed~ If you want more, check out my 2 other Shawn Mendes imagine books ;) i also have more books involving this messy hair cutie. the cabin, remember, always been you, and wrong number, and...
