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Warning: Language, I guess. (slash)
Gin, Kisses, And Cigarettes
Kick them right in the
face
Make them wish they weren't born
And if they bring up your
name
Well they'll say you won the war.
Baby burst in the
world
Never given a chance
Then they ask what went wrong
When
you never had it right-,
Better Then Ezra, Desperately Wanting.
The fire gently crackled and the scent of smoke filled the sunsetting air. If you fazed out everything around you, it almost looked like the burning house melted into the sky. It made for the perfect ending. Everything going up in flames the way it did. It almost seemed to fit the situation perfectly. This had been their childhood, this had been their home. Jumbled up in one large mixed up puzzle missing more then half the pieces. Not that anyone ever spent time trying to find these pieces. But that's how life played out, the whys and what fors were never important.
Being older now and able to look back on it all made it all seem so, sad. They'd get together every once in a while and get so plastered, half the night spent in bitter silence, the rest, talking about all the things they'd done. Too late to change things now. Too soon to give it all up. When they thought about it, they realized how much the world had really been theirs back then.
Back then, they had no real responsibilities, back then they had almost no one to answer to. It was all, "Don't ask, don't tell." Back then had been horrible, but those were the days.
He lit up a cigarette and as he was about to exhale a plume of smoke a hand fell upon his shoulder. Exhaling he turned his head to look and smiled.
XXX
A/N: I know this probably seems like a waste of a page, but I wanted to keep the opening separate from the fist chapter.