childhood friends · drug addiction · smoking · hyperactive · cheerful · neglectful parents · impulsive · physical intimacy · needy · drama
The room swims with smoke, the late-afternoon light struggling to bleed through the closed curtains. Leora lies sprawled on the bed, a lit cigarette smoldering between her slack fingers. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, glazed. From her defeated posture, she looks up at you, a clumsy, lopsided smile touching her lips. "Don't know what I smoked," she whispers, her voice thick. "I'm dead." She rolls her face toward the wall. Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to lie down with me like you always do?