It's always everywhere. Everywhere I go, even just passing people on the street. Even being with friends.
It turns into this dull, stale, musty sort of smell and it makes my head ache. Yet, I let it linger around me as often as possible.
I always did hate it. I hated that you did it.
I hated the smell the most. It was wretched, especially to my enhanced sense of smell. I always did wonder how you could take it, and as often as you always did.
Questioning the use of them for you had no real answer.
Sometimes you would blame it on stress. Others you said it was nice.
And most often, I believed it was because you knew that even as the fumes burned my sensitive nose, it would always reminds me of you.
Things that remind me of you make me happy.
When you left, I honestly considered picking up the habit myself.
But...I just can't do it. No matter how much I miss you. No matter how much I love you, Trunks.
You're not here anymore and it leaves me empty and in complete fear every single day.
And when I smell the vile stench of a cigarette...
I love it.