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[Mar. 8th, 2012|09:49 pm]
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[annabellee]
“I want to be happy,” she said. She held an unlit cigarette in one hand and an unanswered prayer in the other. Across from her sat a very handsome man who she always called Nicholas. Inside of her was a heart that beat out of tune with life. She sighed. Her eyes scanned the table for crumbs and then traveled to meet his gaze. He was always watching her, no matter the distance she was the movie that he was always watching.

She smirked, a small laughed exploded from her mouth. Her red lips framed the sound of it like a musical work of art. “I always say that, don’t I?”

“Yeah,” he nodded with the sincerest of intentions. He loved this about her. This was her thing.

“Well, you make me happy. At least there’s that,” and she let the cigarette go and it rolled to where the bottle of ketchup stood nearly empty. “I think I’m going to quit smoking.”

Nicholas smiled. “That would make me very happy.”
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