Dolan Imagines ♛

•The taste of sweet sorrow ~ G

An edited extract from one of my other books, but wanted to update.
I actually really like this.

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Today, I'd arranged to meet Grayson. He was my mum's friend's son, and he entertained me. I enjoyed his company.

Arriving at his, he signals for me to hop on the back of his quad bike. he starts it up and zooms off, the cool breeze hitting my body as I laugh and smiles as we curved and dodge trees and bushes.
He takes me deeper into the land, as I grip around his waist, and take in the serene, gorgeous scenery.

We come to a halt and he hops off, placing himself against a tree, sitting on the grass. I turn around and go to sit down next to him, before I hear -
"What's in your back pocket?"
I had totally forgot.
Methodically, i has sneaked two of my dads cigarettes from his pack this morning, to take the edge off my close-looming sadness. I had become depressed, and every day I was sinking lower and lower into the metaphorical hell inside my head.  It was a coping mechanism. It was better than anything else that could help me cope.
(An: if ur struggling, there's other ways to get help)
I didn't have a lighter, so hoped that Gray would have one.
I pulled them out, showing them to Grayson.
"A rebel..." he tuts, "with or without a cause?" He smiles. We didn't know each other that well.
"With, of course" I smirk. I liked being the 'bad girl' sometimes.
Grayson take the two cigarettes and dwindles one between his fingers. His eyes widen for second, before he hops up and heads back to the quad, and signals for me to stay there. He opens a compartment on the top, pulling out two sticks of what seemed metal.
I look inquisively at him
"Magnesium," he smirks, rubbing them together, "hit it at the right angle and you get a spark. I think we all need to relax from time to time, y/n" he smirks.

I breath a sigh of relief.
I enjoy the sights of his muscly arms contracting and relaxing, as he strikes the rods, and finally gets a flame, and lights the two fags.
He passes one to me, as he sits back next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
The cigarette hung loosely from his mouth, sexily. I breath in, letting the sweet nicotine hit my soft lips, and a feeling of calm, subtle euphoria hits my lungs, and I breath out, almost breathing away my troubles. Breathing in the numbing agent, and exhaling my misery.
Breathing in my bitter sweet happiness, and out again, bringing me back down to earth.

We stay lying in the mellow grass for sometime, staring up the ocean-blue sky, the cloudless-sea above us didn't phrase me as much, I enjoyed the tranquility. The cigarettes burnt out, all was left was eachothers company.

I stayed close to him for some time minutes, and he kisses my forehead.

He gets up, and gets on the quad.
"I'll be right back" he says, and drives off into the green, textured nothingness, leaving me with my sorrows in the middle of the consuming forest, to pity my own broken heart.

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