Part of a book I'll never write. 3

She lit a cigarette. Inhaling the smoke she longed for the days that her only addiction was laughter; it all was a hazy memory in the back of her mind. How his smile looked in the morning; how his hair smelled when he lied next to her at night. She breathed in ; she felt it move right through her; elation, bliss and eventually nothing. Plunging into darkness she smiled; that was her life now, nothing. She breathed out.

Part of a book I'll never write. 2

“And I wanted winter to last a bit longer so I would have an excuse to bury my head in his arms. To hold him a little closer each time; to breathe him in ; to mould my heart with his.”
– Things you shouldn’t know

Part of a book I'll never write. 1

“And the way he kissed me felt like fire. Fire that was able to quench my empty soul, that made me feel like I was whole again.”