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“I’m going out for a smoke,” Louis said, not inviting Liam to join him. He exited the house via the side door, tapping out a fag before clicking his lighter. The wind whipped at him lightly, flicking his hair around, his fringe falling into his eyes. Acrid smoke coated his tongue, and he stomped his feet, hoping to break apart the clenched darkness in his chest.
He felt so, so small.
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- Part 31 of Wasted Youth// There Wasn't Much to Waste
Bookmarked by bonsjours
20 Dec 2014
