S-sure... [Leo took the cigarette and placed it on his lower lip, easing back so he could lay on the bed and take a deep breath, filling his lungs with that fiery fog.
The anticipation of pain was getting to him and even though he was laying down and smoking, he couldn't relax. Every part of him was tense. He felt sick, like he'd had an argument with his best friend. Like he'd made every mistake he could make.
The cigarette itself felt so heavy he could barely hold it up between drags. He knew that soon it would be biting him back, sucking the blood out of him.]
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Date: 2017-06-19 10:51 pm (UTC)The anticipation of pain was getting to him and even though he was laying down and smoking, he couldn't relax. Every part of him was tense. He felt sick, like he'd had an argument with his best friend. Like he'd made every mistake he could make.
The cigarette itself felt so heavy he could barely hold it up between drags. He knew that soon it would be biting him back, sucking the blood out of him.]