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"I was never a saint. I was just a guy chasing justice... For you."

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After pulling over to the rural area, V groaned audibly and looked at the man sitting next to him. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips and his hands couldn't keep steady as he tried to flick the lighter.

"What is it?" Jordan asked, his eyes crossed as he continued to look at the cigarette underneath his nose.

"Something is wrong with the car. Maybe it's out of gas, I don't know. I'm going to have to check inside the tank to see how full it is. This meter isn't accurate, most times."

He watched the man in his struggle. Fed up with him, V huffed a sigh and ignited the flame for him.

He couldn't understand why Mimi stayed with him for so long, other than from perpetual fear. The guy had nothing valuable to his name.

"Okay, man," he mumbled, the cigarette moving as he spoke.

Before V moved out of the driver seat, he looked back at him with a hand extended.

"Can I have one of those?" he asked.

Jordan looked at him with amusement and slowly handed him one as he laughed, along with a white lighter.

"I didn't know you were a smoker."

He shrugged, "Once every blue moon," he paused to look up at the dark, night sky, "and the moon's looking pretty blue from where I'm standing."

Jordan laughed again, then was muffled by the sound of V removing the keys from the ignition and closing the door behind him.

V rolled his eyes as he lit up the cigarette and barely hung it from his lips. He walked to the back of the car and opened the gas tank to peek inside.

"You told me she wouldn't find out, you know," Jordan spoke, rehashing their last conversation they never completely ended.

"What?" he asked, his body leaned against the side of the newly painted car.

"You said whatever she doesn't know won't hurt her. I was reluctant to do it again," his words were still slurred.

V stayed quiet and couldn't help but hide a smile as he continued to lean.

"I didn't want to do coke again. Why did you give me some in the first place?"

V shifted uncomfortably as he heard the high man's confession.

"You kept talking about how difficult it was becoming for you, and that's all you could think about. You didn't have to take any, you know."

Jordan sniffed from the front seat while smoke poured out from the window.

The silence filled between them. V continued to stand, letting the cigarette between his fingers go out. He barely smoked it, but he was mainly only using the stick as a kind of timer.

He lit the cigarette one more time.

"You don't remember me, do you?" he suddenly spoke up.

He skidded his foot against the gravel, the sound of rocks and dust grinding together underneath became suddenly loud.

"What?" Jordan asked.

"No, I guess you wouldn't because when we first met, you were drunk out of your mind and hanging on to another girl's arm," he hissed, and a sarcastic smile plastered his lips.

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