About a boy who smokes, And a girl who doesn't want him to, But mostly about how she seems to save him. © by Sydney Druckman 2022. Early matters subject to change.

Two broken strangers, the city, and a rough night that could only lead to stars colliding.

we're all sinners or our own, most people take longer to find that side of them but once its out its a moment of pure euphoria and maybe even sometimes it means indulging in beautiful things they never thought they'd try

Poppy Rose's life changed six years ago when her mother died in an accident caused by her. After grief, blame, depression and suicide attempts came a difficult case of selective mutism. Now, at eighteen, she refuses to speak due to the shame she felt for being responsible. However, things take a turn for the worst when she comes back to school for her senior year. Her life changes when a specific adult comes into the picture, a man who had no intentions of creating a problem. But the fact is, he's her teacher, as well as her cross country coach.

"Help me," a frightened voice whispered. "STOP CALLING, especially at 2AM! It was fun but nothing special, a o-n-e n-i-g-h-t s-t-a-n-d." "Wait, what happened last night?" The boy stifled a laugh, through tears. "Superman lost his spandex's-wait who is this?" "Batman." - A boy made it his mission in grade eleven to add everyone in his grade as contacts. They all had a emoji for their contact name, unless they held significants to him. e.g: :) = 04 982 562 789 Now, two years into college, life is killing him. Literally. So he calls someone in his contact list, not knowing who, just asking for help because he was holding a bottle full of sleeping pills. He was the top jock, quarter back on the football team. Now he's no one.

Ironic how he believed in living so much that he forgot to live.

"why are you here?" he whispered into the darkness. "because i can't sleep, and the darkness is more welcoming than my bed." she whispered back. "how about you?" "the stars." was his only answer, and they let the wind carry out their conversation. [lowercase intended]

➳ " I called him 'Depression' because he was the living, breathing definition of the very word. " ➳

Life consisted of waiting on curbs. Then he saw her. Life began to consist of a beautiful girl and S M O K E. ®All Rights Reserved to ARM179 Highest Rank: #400 in Short Story (5/2/15)

❝i don't have insomnia. i can't sleep because im thinking of you.❞ ➶ ➷ another collection of thoughts and poems (and, occasionally some quotes).