Bitches and Jerks

Why Would I Cry?

Ana lit the cigarette in her mouth, and smoke started to rise up. She inhaled and exhaled the toxic fume like it was some fresh air.

Her bestet friend, Day, saw her by the park, doing her usual bad habit when she's feeling like shit.

Day sat beside her on the bench and asked Ana. "Do you wanna build a snow man?"

Ana glared at Day for her bad joke. "Cut the Frozen shit. Im not in the mood for a snow man or any men. I'm done with them."

Day frowned at her attitude. "Did you just broke up with him?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because a queen doesn't take on shit."

"Wow." Her best friend gasped. "Moooodddd."

Ana only smiled. "Expect the bitch in me."

Day only laughed. "Who you kidding? You're always a bitch."

"Baby, it's one of my good qualities and he's too weak to contain such bitch."

"But still... You're hurt aren't you? Did you cry? "

Ana took a long drag before answering her. "Day, darlin..." puff of smoke came out from her red lips. "He's more cancerous than this cigarette. And now he's out of my hair, I feel much better. And cry?" She chuckled, a chuckle with a pang of sarcasm. "Why would I cry? Well at some point I did. I cried with joy."

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