BPOV
I was already on my 3rd stick when a guy who apparently lived next door went to sit beside me. "Can I have a cigarette?" He asked and I gave him the box. He looked at my pale legs and the scars on them before he took one and put it in his mouth before lighting it with his own lighter. I stare at him. He was attractive, a bit lanky, not bulky at all, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He also had green eyes. He was mesmerizing. He winked at me before smirking cockily. I rolled my eyes at him.
"The name's Edward." He said, smiling. "Does it look like I care?" I asked him and he laughs, "I guess not. What are you doing out here by the way?" I told him the reason. "Well that sucks." "I know." "Thanks for the cigarette, would you like to stay the night in my apartment?" He asked, standing up. He held his hand in front of me, expecting me to hold it and let him help me stand. I ignored it. "No thanks. I don't even know you." "I don't know you as well. I'm just being polite. Imagine staying here in this empty hallway for the night. You're going to be so cold," I continued to ignore him.
He finally went inside but then minutes later, he was out again holding a hoodie and a blanket. He gave it to me. He was going to say something but he looked at my forearms and the cuts for a really long time and I wanted to hide. I don't feel comfortable when people stare at it. I crossed my arm over my chest instead.
"Here. I don't want you to be cold or sick so yeah, if you ever change your mind. My door is open. You can go in anytime, alright? Goodnight." I didn't get the chance to say thank you because he went inside as quickly as possible. I did not know what to think at the moment so after my last stick, I wore the hoodie and wrapped the blanket around me.