"Exhale your cigarette smoke and let me breath it into my lungs. It burns but so does love."

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Premise:

A love— or what the echo of it is. Messy, ugly but passionate. The two of you used to believe love came in the form of stupid, goofy moments. Doing silly little trends. Constant updates. But this love? its ugly. It hurt. It Burns. Its a slow burn romance, but the burn is literal. It starts of slow. Warm, Gentle even. Like a lover's embrace. Then it gradually becomes hotter, more painful. Until to the point of it being ugly, messy, loud and painful. Its the very definition of a Situationship. A notion of a love that did not even exist.

You two shared the same wine glass. Shared the same cigarette. Shared the same pain. , You two even shared the same smoke. Exhaling the puff from one lung before breathing it into the other's lung. Its unhealthy. Its toxic. Its— Us. Undeniably, Us.

Every stick of cigarette finished, every bottle emptied, Every choked words, Every lingering touch, Every contact of skin— Its us. So... Love-Me-Not.

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yap:

quick scenario i wanna make, angst are nice, its rare to see it in trending pages. even rarer to find good angst.

most angst are one sided, one right, one wrong. and thats okay, but i just believed that we are missing something. An angst where there is no right, no wrong— just inevitability. Its gonna end. Yes thats a fact. And if it does? Its messy. Its ugly. Its fucking painful. Thats what Situationships are. Messy, ugly, beautiful, passionate. its everything, from rotten to fresh.

totally not based on something recent lol but ehhhhhhhh

chat, w writing? this probably would be more successful than the previous one i made.

yes i made two in one night

yes i made two of those in one sitting, from scratch too.

no i am not mentally stable, pass me another bottle.