A/N: Prompt for a Twilight LJ community.
Marlboro Reds.
She likes how the name rolls of her tongue, the r of Marlboro almost silent. She looks at the red and white package with a bitter grin on her face. She remembers when Clara Young (another distant cousin from the Makah reservation) gave by La Push for a visit. Clara was sixteen years old at the time and in full swing of teenage rebelliousness when she offered Leah, aged fourteen, her very first cigarette. Leah's eyes bulged out when she took her first drag and then began to cough. Clara had laughed at her which fomented the hatred Leah forever held for the slender sticks of tobacco and nicotine.
Until Sam went off to fuck with Emily, that is.
Two nights after Sam imprinted, Leah smoked herself two full packs while gazing out the window. Now it has become a ritual whenever she feels the melancholy begin to set it.
She can't describe her love for cigarettes clearly, except that she's addicted to them. They were her only friends for a long time.