Marina Phelan was not addicted to smoking. In fact, she despised the very deed. And if it hadn't been for the package of Lucky Strikes she had bought when she was sixteen, she wouldn't have even touched a cigarette.
But every now and then, life caught up with her, driving her insane. Those were the moments she needed a relieve, and it came in only one form: a cigarette.
This story describes the situations that drove Marina to pick up the lighter, to make her forget her own life for just a minute or two.
*This story is not written by an addict, a junkie, a psycopath or a freaky cigarette-advertiser. It's written by me, Emma, and only by me. Please do not start smoking. It kills you.*
Elliot's partner was his whole world, but after Allan's death, his ghost haunts Elliot's dreams. Everyone tells Elliot to move on, but he isn't sure he can.
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It's been a year since the love of Elliot's life, Allan, passed away. Everyone thinks he should have recovered after that much time, but Allan still haunts Elliot every night. He struggles to maintain relationships with his family, and despite a coworkers interest he can't summon up the courage to date. Elliot is living for the past, because to live for the present means he'll have to live with a hole in his heart. But the question Elliot has to face chases him through his monotonous days: is mourning Allan with everything he has truly living?
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