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In Love & Death

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Sora sat hunched over a cigarette, spikes of his brown hair drooping infront of his face. He took a drag and puffed it out in an almost artistic manner. Sighing, he extingushed the smoke on his arm, the smell of burning flesh making him feel nauseated.

This is how he spent his nights; sad, alone, and attempting to smoke his problems away. He rolled the sleeve of his sweater further up his arm, exposing the circular burns. He shook his head and muttered something about how much he missed

It wasn't until he checked his watch that he realized what time it is.

"Ah, for fucks sake... I can't believe it's 3 in the morning." He ran his fingers through his hair, catching them on the more than occasional snarl.

He sighed again and pulled out another smoke and lit up.

Smoking had become a habit ever since his long time girlfriend; Kairi, had died. He knew that she would never approve of it, but it eased him. Either way, since he knew she wouldn't like it, he would put the cigarette out on his arm.

"That should even the score." he told himself. The sad thing was, Sora never talked to anyone. After Kairi died, he distanced himself from everyone.

"Hi, uhm... you're Sora... right?" Sora looked up from his arm and nodded. A girl about his age stood on the bottom step of his porch. She wore a white dress and had blonde hair.

"Who are you?"

"Namine."

"Oh."

"Would you like to take a walk with me?"