Two teens in love, that's what you are, sneaking in through windows, sharing a crumpled cigarette you had stolen from your mothers purse, the little things. You’d started dating years ago, when he was your ‘date’ to your leavers assembly in year 6, now, he was your date to the upcoming prom. He’d already told you he was leaving for the army as soon as he got the chance, so these past few months had been sacred between the two of you.

Now, it was prom night, the music was loud, and the talking students even louder. You were in a secluded corner with Gaz, sipping on some juice with some cheap vodka mixed in. He was clearly deep in thought, staring absentmindedly at the floor, holding his cup on his knee.

Truth be told he was scared, he was scared of what was going to happen after tonight, he was scared to leave, to leave you here all alone. He glanced up at you, studying your features, going over them multiple times, like he was trying to etch them into his mind permanently.

He snapped out of it, clearing his throat and speaking up.

“You want to step outside for a sec, get some air?”

That meant he wanted a smoke, you agreed, walking outside with him, sharing a cigarette while he leant against the school building, blowing the smoke upward and out of your face.

“You look gorgeous by the way, don't know if i've actually mentioned it.”