He tastes like smoke and lies. Impossible to quit and impossible to forget. After everyone said he was done, he returned, pulling me into a fire I swore I would not touch again. When I met him, it was reckless and dangerous, like lighting a cigarette in a thunderstorm. Now the embers of what we had still glow between us. It is a risky addiction neither of us wants to break. Haunted by the memory of what we lost, I am stuck between holding on and letting go. In a world where love smells like tobacco and second chances, some fires do not just burn out. They change you.
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