The girl didn't sleep well either. She tossed and turned and thought about the boy. Thought about his friends. Thought about his mom. Thought about prison and dealing and a goddamn cigarette.
She thought of the silky smoke sliding from between the boy's lips.
She closed her eyes.
YOU ARE READING
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RomanceShe is a flower. Fragile, innocent & full of life. He is wilting. Broken, but pretending. The only thing that can save him is love. They meet, and their stories collide. *
