She turned to me, and my heart tore in two as I noticed the tears pooling up in her eyes. Our emotions were running at top speed and we couldn't slow down. Not even the nicotine in our lungs could relax the tension in the frigid air.

I wanted to just hold her, to kiss her, to tell her that we could fix this. To tuck her hair that was waving in the wind behind her ear. But I stayed frozen. I couldn't move. She took a long drag and I watched as she exhaled the smoke into the night. She fiddled with the burning cigarette in her hand and said, "You are my drug, Warren."

And then she looked up at me with tear stained cheeks, "And I wish I knew how to quit you."

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June 20th Prompt:

"I wish I knew how to quit you"