"Does it ever get easier" she said as she put her lips to the end of the cigarette, blowing it out into the frigid wind.
Looking down at my burning knuckles littered with cuts and bruised purple, I didn't know how to answer her question.
I wanted to tell her the world felt easier when she sat with me like this but I knew I would end up looking soft.
"It was never hard."
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A place full of pill poppers and drama filled teenagers, she was the breath of fresh air that he needed. And he was the stain in her squeaky clean life. Her own personal euphoria.