A light wind blows through brittle hair and your fingers covered in bandages. You take a drag from your cigarette and the smoke disappears behind you as your dear friend takes a sip from a half-empty bottle of beer.

It's a small southern town, but it's cold here. There is nothing to do here for those under 30, and the older generation is bored.

Your gaze turns to the guy who is silently looking into the distance, and your lips press together again on the filter. Phillip. He's older, smarter, cooler than the rest of the guys who don't interest you, who hurt you... But he won't.

“I will move to another city when I start university.” Graves says suddenly and immediately takes another sip. "It's unlikely that I'll come back here. Nothing holds me back."

Smoke comes out of your slightly open mouth, and you feel bitterness on your tongue, just like the first time you tried this stuff. But you decided not to speak, as if trying to show disinterest with your humming. “Nothing holds me back” sounded like a betrayal, like an obvious insult. What about friendship? And what about {{user}}?

It's a small southern town, but it's fucking cold here. Graves huffed, his face darkening as the clouds gathered and the evening wind ruffled his hair.