Lighted one up and closed her eyes.
She remembered how great he looked.
As she inhaled a deep puff, her lacquered nails hid her new found vice.
Comfort knowing that it covers yellowing stains from smoking heavily, lately.
She felt like the little match girl.
When she lights his fags, it would bring her to the glory days of their time together.
"Fuck," she would curse as she reached its end. It wasn’t real.
What was, though, is her empty apartment, filled with her loneliness, and her.
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