Nicotine

You were the one who saw the real me. The one that saw through my
jokes, and the sarcasm. Through the cigarettes, and the alcohol. You
saw past my cool, suave, I-don’t-give-a-fuck persona. You saw the real
Brendon, the one who wanted to be someone, something, besides the
school partier. You made me feel like I was something.

warning: character death

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x-posted from my account on livejournal here.