THE SMELL OF smoke has been killing my lungs for a few hours now. It was so thick that anythng past the couch I was currently sitting at was barely visible. I should probaly open the window or something. "Eh, fuck it, I'm too lazy."

I look down at my feet and sigh. He was right: I was completly useless without him. Our apartment had been a hot mess since he walked out that fuckin door. He was one cocky son of a bitch, but he was right.

I was too busy distracted by my thoughts, that I didn't even know that shity ass door opened. Coughs erupted behind the thickness of the smoke made by the cigarette, and I knew instantly knew who it was. I then pushed myself to open the windows. 

When everything became clear, I saw Foster standing at my door with an annoyed look. I sat back down and puffed.

"Oi foster, what the fuck brings you here."

"Aren't you like supposed to be fucking a hoe?Love a hoe or fuck the hoe, it's up to you. Right?Naked bitch, make the bitch come to you. I mean, that is what you did right? Then you be puttin your dick in that bih what?"

He closed his eyes and snatched the cigarette from my mouth,"I really miss my mistress. And it's 666, evil bitch want my mentions." 

I scoffed and looked away, "I honestly thought you were done with the bull shit. Foster you gotta.... CUT. THE. CRAP. Ain't nobody want you here no more, shittt."

"How are you?" He asks in a flat tone. "And don't fuckin pretend to be okay when you're not okay."

"I don't know. I don't wanna pretend there's something, we're nothing."

Zack didn't reply after that, so I stay quiet too. My apartment had a balcony right next to the living room, so I turned the sofa around in order for it to face the outside. We sat there and took in the cold breeze of the late night. I mumbled incoherent things through my hands and choked on my sobs. I could not hold the heartbreak no longer and fell to the floor in a disheveled heap as my grief poured out in a flood of uncontrollable tears.

"....." Zack let out a huge sigh and plopped on the ground beside me. I could smell his cologne now. It became stronger than the smell of smoke, and all of a sudden, it was all I could inhale. 

I felt his arm around my shoulder. He gave me a little nudge, so I looked back at him, the sight of him only made me want to cry more. 

"Don't give me that fuckin symphany. Tch. You really do know how to make me break, Foster."

"I can't seem to forget the pain I seem to give. I'll always love you. I guess, I'll be forever the elephant in the room."

He leaned closer to my face and kissed my forehead softly. I could feel him close his eyes and it was so unlikely of him, but I didn't say a word. Instead, I cry again. I cry against his shoulder, on his brown hoodie and continued to drown in his scent.

"Oi brat," he whispered softly, brushing my hair in his bandaged hands. "I promise I'll never let you suffer how I did before."

This came out...well?

Anyway, sorry for keeping you waiting so long.

Due to this, only do one payment 

(located in chpt 0ne)

P.S: Some lyrics by lil xan and x r in here

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