Smiffagriff

"Now that I've come this far I'm never looking back. Time to make a new plan up again. Things have never looked this clear, I'm never looking back again." Lee brought another cigarette from the box he'd bought earlier to his lips. More than half the pack had been expended in the last hour and a half or so. Non stop, he'd been smoking through the tobacco sticks while lost in a sea of thoughts. His lungs were screaming by the time he lit up the next one, but Lee paid it no heed. Sometimes, he just felt like he needed to hurt a little to think clearly. It was a lingering bad habit, he supposed. Something that helped him through the ever pressin

                It was cold tonight, and with each gust of wind outside, a bit of a draft would come through the house. It wasn't too horrible, really, but it still made Lee's skin crawl, and he shivered violently as he turned to his side and curled into a tight ball. He needed to get into the habit of sleeping in something other than just his boxers. However, ­over the years, Lee had grown accustom to being warm in the absence of most clothing. Then again, on any normal day before this, Lee wouldn't be sleeping alone:                "Hey…" a muffled voice called, followed by a cackle.                 Lee smiled a little at the