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I huffed out the smoke from my cigarette, feeling oddly comforted by it despite its horrid taste and scent. I watched as it disappeared into the air before I took another long drag, holding the stick between my fingers, then exhaling through my nose.
I hated the fact that I was living my life like this; smoking, drinking, wasting my life. I disliked the idea of what I've become.
    Sighing, I leaned my head back against the bench, letting the soft wind bristle over my features. My neck was still sore from the night I slept outside and to avoid that from happening again, I made sure that I had my keys with me again this time.
    The sun was just about to set, its bright rays causing the sky to turn all shades of pink, purple, orange and blue. It amazed me how so many colours could occur at the same time.
    The park was near empty, save for a few school children wandering about, but otherwise I had the entire park to myself.
    I lifted the cigarette again, readying myself to inhale it again.
    'That's bad for you, you know,'
    My hand was in the air, the cigarette only centimetres away from my lips that craved it so bad.
    I stared at Sophia, expecting myself to be mad from her presence, however any trace of my anger was gone as soon as my eyes landed on her.
    The golden hour illuminated her honey like skin, as if she was glowing from within. Her dark eyes were suddenly now a bright gold, as if they were encasing a fire behind her lids.
    My lips parted as I stared, the hand holding the cigarette gradually lowering, resting on my knee.
    She looked like some sort of angel.
    Sophia raised a hand to cover her eyes, causing a dark shadow to splash over her face, immediately pulling me out of my trance.
    I shook my head slightly, clicking my tongue before I flicked the end of the cigarette, the ash drifting into the wind.
    'And?' I cocked my head to the side.
    She sat herself on the bench beside me, still holding up at hand to cover her eyes.
    'And you should quit.'
     A glanced at her quickly before I inhaled it. 'And if I don't?'
    She squinted her eyes, trying to knock the cigarette out of my hand with her own. I pulled my hand back just in time, holding my arm out as far away from her as it could go.
    'If you don't,' she tried again, failing. 'Something could happen.'
    'Like?'
    'You could get sick.'
    I raised my brow. 'And what do you care? You don't even know me?' I smirked then. 'Or do you, my friend from uni?'
    She rolled her eyes. 'You should really give it up though, it's a disgusting habit.'
    I tapped the end with my thumb again, flicking  the ash away, ignoring her.
She stared at the side of my face. 'Did that hurt?'
I inclined my head towards her, raising a brow, as if to ask 'what?'
Sophia then motioned with a hand towards her nose, talking about my septum piercing.
I rolled my eyes, clicking my tongue as I did so before I threw the cigarette onto the ground, stubbing it with the end of my boot.
'No, it didn't hurt.'
Nothing hurts.
She tilted her head, still staring. 'How many piercings do you have in total?'
My lips twisted upwards. 'Wouldn't you like to know,'
I watched as Sophia's face turned a shade of pink, indicating she was embarrassed.
She crossed her arms over her chest, huffing. 'It was just a question.'
Her brown eyes then trailed to my neck as she observed the ink that was placed there and more.
Her eyes moved down to my hands to see the splashes of ink that peaked out from the wrist of my leather jacket.
'Did those hurt?' She lifted a hand, as if she wanted to touch them, then thought better and placed her hand back in her lap.
I shrugged a shoulder, not really remembering if they did hurt or not.
'Some of them, maybe,' I sighed through my nose.
She then looked down at her own honey like skin, my eyes following hers.
Her skin looked soft and smooth, not a single imperfection.
'Do you think a tattoo would look good on me?' She said aloud, her eyes meeting mine.
I gulped. 'I think anything would look on you.'

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OoOoO Sophia wants a tattoo

-A/NOoOoO Sophia wants a tattoo

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