Tears?
What tears could I have possibly brought upon her?
But then again, what kind of tears?
Happy tears?
Sad tears?
Mad tears?
I knew I gave her happy tears.
And know that I did think about it, I did make her cry once.
I was yelling at her to stop smoking.
We were outside and she just opened a fresh pack of cigarettes.
"You know you should stop." I said.
She just nodded as she lit it.
"Did you hear me?" I asked.
She nodded again as she brought it to her lips.
I knocked it out of her hand and crushed it.
"What the Hell, Drew?!" She asked angrily.
"Listen to me!" I yelled.
"Don't smoke! It's going to kill you. I don't know who you're hanging out with but whoever it is, stop! They're obviously influencing you. You're going to get cancer. And you're going to die because of it. Do you think I want you dead?! Come on, Ashley. You're seventeen not ten. I think you know better than that." I lectured throwing her pack out.
She put her head in her knees.
My mood softened a little.
"I-I didn't mean it, Ash." I said.
"Ash. Please look at me." I said picking her chin up with my hand.
She was crying.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." I said holding her.
"Don't you get it?! I smoke because I want to die. Those bozos smoke because they think it's cool. I smoke to die!" She cried.
I held her tighter.
"I don't want you dead." I whispered to her.
