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the demons of his mind no longer disturb him at times like these . too drunk to dwell upon the problems which lie waiting for him in the morning . for now , he is at peace . a DEEP drag is taken , held in his lungs for several moments with a warm , pleased grin . the effects of nicotine envelope him , holding him close like a mother would her child . he exhales through his nose . a wave of tranquility washes over him , the devoted touch of tallulah sending shivers up his spine . heart skips a beat as he melts into the sofa — an uncomfortable position .
frame is hunched over the cushions and head craned to rest against her hand . he is practically purring , like the felines who are undoubtedly meowing with displeasure at his absence . alas , there are slim odds of them seeing him until after sunrise . he reaches out to exchange his cigarette for her blunt . the drag which follows is too ENTHUSIASTIC , having forgotten that marijuana pierces his lungs in a manner which he is only vaguely familiar with . the blunt is immediately passed back as he offers her an expression which reads , i fucked up .
he proceeds to cough , until his eyes are damp and breathing labored . figure collapses onto the floor , mouth agape as stable respiration is reattained .
❛ i wish i had my seventeen - year - old lungs back , ❜ he sighs . ❛ . . . actually , i wish i had my seventeen - year - old life back . ❜
tallulah opts not to warn him , watching intently while he gasps for breath . a small reprisal to all the stress he brings to her life . she stretches out along the couch and takes another drag . adoration is tainted by suspicion . he’s fucked up beyond what he usually is , but she revels in his affection . too easily pleased by the smallest of touches to be somebody who receives them often , if at all . lu drops her her hand down and drags her nails lightly across his arm . ❛ why ? so you could destroy them again ? ❜ a carton of cigarettes waits on the kitchen counter for him . a rather hypocritical gift . smallest of the cats slinks out from under the furniture , gives kellan one long sniff before crawling onto his lap to curl up . ❛ what do you miss most about being seventeen ? ❜ a grainy photo comes to mind ; kellan smooth faced and beaming , long hair framing a youthful face . a stark contrast to reality , where dim lighting graces dark circles and a knitted brow .









