She stood in the doorway of the owlery and watched him. he knew not
of her presence, as she wondered how he could do some thing and not
care how it affected the ones who loved him. His silvery hair reflected
the moonlight, as he drew the cigarette to his mouth. She knew he did
this, it wasn't the first time she had come, and she hated him for what he
did. He was the only thing she had left, everyone else gone. Defeated in
the great war, to end all wars. The red head and the blonde had a strange
relationship. They were a little more than friends, yet strangely distant.
No one had expected it, least of all them. Yet as she stood there, an
emotion came over her. It was the last emotion that she would ever
associate with the blond. Worry. She was worrying about him and it
scared her. She didn't want to loose him. He didn't know that she knew
about his habit. Every night, at this time, he would come here and feed
his addiction. She stood silently every night, and watch him throw his
life away. She couldn't stand and watch this anymore. She walked in
with the stealth of a cat. He didn't notice her until she pulled the
cigarette out of his mouth and threw it over the edge of the railing.
"What are you doing!" "Saving you." "But I don't need you." "Yes, you
do." She threw the pack out the window. "I need those, I'm addicted!"
"Find something else to be addicted to." "Why?" "Because if you don't,
you'll die." Silent tears were streaming down her cheeks. He took
notice and opened his arms, indicating for her to come closer. She did
and he wiped her tears away. "I won't die, if you save me." He
eventually found a new addiction. Every night he would go to the same
spot to feed his new addiction. What, you may ask, was his addiction? It
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