Untitled, September 30th, 2011
She took a deep breath. The air was lighter now that it was finally raining.
Another deep breath before she pressed the cigarette between her lips. The pack had been nearly forgotten, hidden at the bottom of her purse. She’d purchased them the night the boy hadn’t kissed her.
Tonight she needed one. Just one. The kick of nicotine would be enough to straighten her spine. To surge through her veins with the alcohol and help her forget the nerves.
That other boy, he might have slipped away, but this one, she wouldn’t let him.
