Smoks and Cigarettes

' Huh, Lija ? What're you doing here ? '

' Smoking ' Elijah looked at her and nonchalantly said.
Isabelle was still smiling a moment ago. But at the mention of smoke, her beautiful smile faded. She took a long breath and exclaimed with grited teeth
' Ah, Lija. '

Elijah didn't even blink. She was still smoking lazily. Isabelle surrendered and didn't try to stop her from smoking. She smiled forcefully and said, pointing at the person beside her ' Here he is. Rhys Brooks, your would be fiance . '

Elijah only muttered ' I see '.

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' I can be a good daughter-in-law and also a good life partner. Can be what you want me to be. '

' Maybe I can be the best of me but can't be the one you wishes me to be. '

' Can be your wife but not a lover. Can be your life partner, your companion in every phase of life but can't be your mental peace as can't give you the love or the affection you want. Can be your perfect unpaid slave as the way you want me to be. '

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' Have you ever smoked ? ' Elijah asked as she held the cigarette stick between her pale lips.

' I didn't but I can try. '

' Oh ' Elijah said as she leaned close to the man beside her, connecting the ends of her cigarette to his and lighting the both at the same time. The nicotine spread through both of their cigarettes, hitting their nerves. Rhys took a drag and exhaled. His face flushed from smoking, looking his side to see the girl taking drags of cigarettes, her slender hand hanging on the relling, lips pale.

' It's forever you '

🔞 Mature content, self harm and trauma