she slowly looked down at her table, her cracked lips forming a smile at the still, unopened pack of cigarettes.
her mind cried, continuously throwing orders at her body to smoke just one last time.
her body no longer needed it, though and soon it's want for it will soon fade away.
she won.
she really won.
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Addiction
Short Storyletting go is always the hardest part. [lower case intended] Best Rank : #62 in Short Story
