I stepped towards him, he was intoxicating.
"I've never smoked" I said. My voice wasn't timid but it wasn't strong.
"Of course" He chuckled, dragging his hand through the mop of hair covering a partial bit of his head. His voice lingered with a strong Manchester accent.
I felt my blood slightly boil at his assumption, I knew he was right. But I didn't have to admit it.
"Of course?" I said as I brought my hands up, gesturing quotation marks
He chuckled.
He brought his back off of the dark vehicle behind him and stepped in front of me.
"Enjoy the freedom love" He said as he passed the cigarette to me and placed it between my fingers.
He dragged my hand up to my lips with the cancer stick pressed between each finger and placed it between my lips, scraping against my teeth.
"Breathe love, breathe".
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Robbers // Matt Healy
FanfictionHe was like a drug. A delusional, dangerous drug. I took my first drag. And I was hooked.
