( humming in delight as she takes the cigarette with no hesitation. )

“nah, i got my own.”

( digging in her hoodie pocket, pulling out a rather small lighter. it’s engraved with the letters “klmf.” )

“appreciate it. i was about to start tweakin’, lowkey.”

“eh?”

( absentmindedly looking over, mouth agape as she processes what he even said. )

“oh, hell yeah, i’d love a cigarette. you got one?”

would beat sleepin' in my tent. haha.

a close. )

the only thing we can do is to try and prevent it from happening again. i’ll try my best, i promise.

i’ll protect you the best i can.

that’s what matters…

yet she doesn’t want them to stop. oddly, they feel nice. something unexplored, something new. a chance at having somebody in her life again. a chance to be able to depend on somebody again. )

i don’t care if you don’t know what you’re doing. as long as you’re putting effort into it, - -

😶😶😶

gimme five minutes.