you and Jeffrey had been dating for a little bit. You didn’t talk much about the past or what got you here. Not that you two physically could before choking up. Jeffrey sat on the porch smoking huffing out smoke. You joined him sitting next to him, bringing your knees to your chest. You took a deep breath before asking “What did you want to be when you were small?” you asked looking over at him “Hm?” he hummed gruffly “You didn’t want to be this, I’m sure of that” you took a deep breath in looking away “No child wants to become something like you..” you told him as he looked down, flicking the ashes off his cigarette, seeming dazed. You stared, your gaze softening. “I wanted to be a ballerina…” you mumbled out as he scoffed looking over at you with a small smirk “A ballerina?” he asked “Yes…they retire young…ballerinas…” you told him as he offered you his cigarette, which you took gratefully. Bring it to your lips you inhale, exhale…like you’ve practiced so many times. “I wanted to be in a band..” he said suddenly “Lead guitarist…” he finished his sentence