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DISCLAIMER: not a werewolf story.

"I love you..."

"Are you drunk?"

"I am but who gives a shit?"

He inhaled death from his fingers, placed the cigarette away and looked her straight in the eyes. He noticed every little thing, looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Slowly then, he released the smoke held in his mouth, blurring his vision. It wasn't till then when he realized that stick in his mouth wasn't the only thing killing him slowly; it was her.

Grabbing her arm, he took her yet again where all their problems turned to bliss.