don't you go • calum hood

i trudged to the gas stations front counter and kinda slouched on it.
"one pack of cigarettes please. make it marlboro."
the clerk man handed me a pack and i handed him the right amount of money.

i sped-walked to the alley next to the gas station.
i took one single cigarette from the box.

was i really going to do this?
she used to.
she did.

i reached into my pocket and grabbed her old lighter.
i flared it before lighting it.
then, a small flame lit the tip of the cigarette and it burned down.

thoughts zoomed through my head, thinking about what i could do to myself.
for her. always.

i inhaled deeply and let the smoke sit. it tasted terrible. but it was for her.
i exhaled and some sort of feeling came through me.
it was amazing.

now i know why she did it.
it gave her freedom.
a small power.
it felt truly incredible.

this was for her.

well
this is me

*lower case intended*