ofsymphonia:
“True that. God, Hope she’s okay. Haven’t really talked to her, but she didn’t deserve half the shit some people gave her.”
Lilith mumbled. She liked to stay out of that kinda drama && not get involved unless she really had to. Having gotten into a lot of drama in her past when she was a junkie, She didn’t want a repeat of that experience. Always had a small worry that if she got involved, she’d be dragged in deep to the drama. Licking the paper, she rolled the cigarette up. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the other eye the roll up. She held the one she just made out && offered it over to the other, grabbing another paper to roll up another quickly.
“Here, You look like you need some stress relief. -Gotta agree with you to be frank, saw him earlier && he seemed like, hella on edge.”
Finally finishing her second roll up, she shoved the papers && filters into the tobacco packet && shoved that, alongside her phone into her back pocket. Uncrossing her legs, she jumped off of the table into a stand. Lilith was just itching to get her lighter out && light up now, yet was holding herself back.
“From what I’ve heard, she’s feeling a lot better, at least. I don’t know when she’s going to be able to come back to Blackwell, though.”
Victoria shrugged. She felt pretty guilty, despite how she hid it. It had been her fault, because she didn’t understand how to properly respect people and their lives, but now she’s pretty much figured that shit out. She didn’t want to toss herself under any more buses, she came here to become a photographer, && that’s exactly what she was going to do instead of trapping herself in a web of bullshit again. At the offer of the cigarette, she moved && accepted it, figuring that yes, after all of this, she really did need one. Too many things was going on all at once, && she needed to relieve a lot of built up stress.
“Thanks. && yeah, he’s..been a little odder than usual, && I’m mostly just playing it safe for the time being. Wouldn’t want him mad.”
Getting up, she knew she wouldn’t require a lighter at least, her own customized one resting in one of her pockets. She’d been trying to quit, but at this point, there was really no reason for her to actually try so hard, after everything that had happened.. && besides, it was just one, right? Just one to help with her stress, that was all. That was okay in her book. As long as she quit before she graduated, she figured that she’d be perfectly fine. At least, she hoped.
