ย  ย  ย  ย  It was just another day, thought Lauren. Nothing new, nothing lively. Nothing, in general. It was nice, she carried on with the smallest of smiles. Nothing meant no disturbances, no chaos, and no problems to get over or deal with. One of those days that she especially liked.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Leaning her elbows on the edge of the building's roof, she brought the cigarette to her lips and inhaled deeply. Comfort hugged her chest. Then, as she exhaled, it exited along with her contentment, for there was another presence nearby, hovering over her every move.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย "Stalking like always, Brandon?" She asked with a stoic face. She didn't bother turning around either.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Approaching her right, leaning on the edge just like she was, Brandon gazed down at Lauren's visage. "Killing yourself slowly like always?" He countered with light concern evident in his eyes. Lauren rolled her own, tempted to stub the end of her cigarette into Brandon's clothed arm just to hear him yelp in pain. When she looked down, she raised her eyebrows a fraction. "You're wearing my gift," she stated. Brandon nodded, "thanks for it. Must have cost you a lot though, the quality is great." Lauren shrugged, enclosing her lips around the cigarette once more. She took her time answering while staring out into the pink, purple, and blue afternoon before her. "S'nothing," she eventually said, averting her blue eyes. She parted her lips and allowed the smoke to escape, curling within itself. Never in a million years would she admit why she wasted eighty ย five dollars on a hoodie that she knew would suit Brandon's taste. It would mean affection or care, and those two words weren't something in Lauren's dictionary.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย "By the way, you forgot gently." She said. Brandon tore his eyes away from the scenery, and cocked his head to the side. "'Gently?'" He asked. Lauren nodded slowly while inhaling the cold autumn air. "Slowly and gently is the way I am killing myself," she concluded.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Brandon frowned. Then he shook his head. "I don't know how to help you, Lauren. After all that you've been through with the death of your parents. It's already been ten years. Longer than the norm, you know...? All this smoking won't heal anything, I'm sorry, Laur... Technically, your dad was the one whoโ€”"

ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย "Stop right there before I push you over," interrupted Lauren. "Don't bring my dad into this. Blaming someone who's already dead is cruel, you should know that, goody two shoes." She snapped. Brandon bit the inside of his lower lip.ย 
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย "Technically," continued Lauren icily, "I didn't ask for help either." Pinching the cigarette, she stubbed it out on the cement wall and crossed her arms, finally facing Brandon. "So you don't need to do anything."

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