He sat there alone.
He was smoking again.
I sat next to him.
We sat in silence.
He held the smoke out to me.
I took it.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Then I threw it away.
I glanced at him.
A slight scowl was on his face.
"You can always get another one"
His eyes narrowed on my face.
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Teen FictionIt wasn't meant to be like this. I hadn't meant to say that. You weren't meant to run. I didn't want you to cry. But you did. ~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~> The chapters are all going to be relatively...
