𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨. ᵐᵏˡ ˡᵈʰ

|𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧|

"hey!"

mark watched on, dumbfounded as a mop of golden brown hair brushed past him swiftly, hitting his shoulder in the process.

"hmmph. little shit."

he grumbled to himself, a frown forming on his handsome face at the thought of the rude person who didn't even apologize.

he walked back home, a cigarette in his mouth, the smoke around him and in him providing a sense of comfort and warmth. a sense of familiarity. it was a regular feeling for him.

so regular, that it was the only feeling he would still remember waking up the next morning. the taste of it still lingering in his mouth, the faint smell in his nose and the smoke coming out of it blurring the reality before him which made him happy.

even if it didn't last.

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