cigarettes

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I walked up the chilly rooftop and stood out again. The amount of stress was overwhelming and it was giving me anxiety. I inhale the air and the smell of smoke from cigars, vehicles and factories. I've never grown to like the smell of burnt things, but now, it seems as if the smell of cigar is calling my name.

I look around the rooftop and see a familiar face. I think his name is Trent, he was one of the guys in IT and simply looked rather nerdy. He looked like a typical geek you would see in movies yet the man had a charming smile that could decieve anyone. He put his cigar up to his lips before lighting it up. I walk up to him slowly and carefully as if he were a wild animal. I tapped his shoulder then he turned around. "Do you need something?" He asked with a soft voice. He looked me as if I had something on my face. This made me self-consious and immediately wiped my lips.

"I'm just wondering if I could get a drag?" I scratched the back of my neck shyly. He smiles before taking out a box and lights a the white stick in front of me.

"You okay?" When he exhaled, I was just reminded of my late grandfather. He'd smoke and my 7-year-old self would just look at him curiously before asking why he breathes out smoke like a dragon, to which he'd reply: It releases the bad demons out of grandpa. Back then, I never knew what he meant. But as soon as I got older I realised what he meant.

I rarely smoked. When I did, it was because I was stressed. I never got pressured to breathe out the gray smoke. I chose to do it. There was just something charming about that little stick. It called my name every single time someone wanted made me want to tear my hair off. It threw some people off that the girl who wore floral dresses smoked. The girl who they thought was younger than they thought swore. The girl who looked like she would cry if a dog died in a movie.

"Hello?" Trent then waves his hand infront of me. "Are you okay? You zoned out." I look at my cigarette that slowly burned. I hadn't even used it yet but it the ash looks almost ready to fall to the floor. "I rarely see you here. What's up?"

I decided to go with the cliché and smartass reply. "Us." He looked down to the floor and chuckled. I blushed slightly. I wasn't planning on saying that but it was the first thing that popped into my mind.

"That's nice," I took a breath in and the feeling of the smoke went around my lungs. It felt unhealthy and right at the sae time. "Really though, I know there's something wrong with you. You almost never smoke."

With that, I ended up spilling everything to him.

a/n

first chapter of cigarettes. this story will have short chapters and will most likely end by the twenty-fifth chapter.