Torilarsson123

 “Mattyyyyyyyyy, stop, please?” (y/n) asked me, while I held the cigarette to my lips, taking a while to inhale, then proceeding to blow out the smoke. I blew out the smoke to my left, as (y/n) was standing on my right. She hates the fact that I smoke, her parents both died due to smoking. She then came to Whammy's, I was ten, she was nine, she is as close to me as Mello. The day we met something just clicked.   “(y/n), love, I'm sorry, but it's an addiction, I can't just stop...I'm already cutting down on it, please don't rush me.” I replied looking over to see her nose stuck in my PSP. By the reflection in her eyes