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Brendon was sad. The fifteenth had arrived once more for the third time this year. Five days since and five days to go. He sat absently on the floor and wagged his head discontentedly. "Auch was." he verbally shrugged. But nonetheless, the captured presence of life air remaining in his little brassbirdcage hovering above him could sense something beyond the silly Germanic tounge. "Can you tell me why you look so glum?" a smile.
No response.
He sat on the ground, his two legssplayed out in front of him, his jeans now loosley fitting round, and wrinkling on the carpet and from One of the four packs tossed about in front of him, yanks reached for a cigarette. One single solitary cancer stick, it shone a papery White and he looked at it. "leave me alone." he said with a commendebly believable accent and fished for his lighter in his jacket pocket. A purple see through ciggetette lighter, it sloshed liquid inside whenever he moved it. He ran his thumb down the igniter once, failed, then sucsesfully lit the thing up. He proceeded to light up, then slowly took the thing to his mouth for a quick puff. He closed his eyes and let the grey smoke tickle his lungs, feeling his eyes water. Coughed a subded cough, then let it rest in his fingers, before reaching for the singular White candle in front of him, and lighting that with his cigarette.

One. One White cancer, one White candle, one him, one you, one me.

And with a solid thump, he declared with an unwavering certainty:

"Im lonely."

Description
Brendon was sad. The fifteenth had arrived once more for the third time this year. Five days since and five days to go. He sat absently on the floor and wagged his head discontentedly. "Auch was." he verbally shrugged. But nonetheless, the captured presence of life air remaining in his little brassbirdcage hovering above him could sense something beyond the silly Germanic tounge. "Can you tell me why you look so glum?" a smile.
No response.
He sat on the ground, his two legssplayed out in front of him, his jeans now loosley fitting round, and wrinkling on the carpet and from One of the four packs tossed about in front of him, yanks reached for a cigarette. One single solitary cancer stick, it shone a papery White and he looked at it. "leave me alone." he said with a commendebly believable accent and fished for his lighter in his jacket pocket. A purple see through ciggetette lighter, it sloshed liquid inside whenever he moved it. He ran his thumb down the igniter once, failed, then sucsesfully lit the thing up. He proceeded to light up, then slowly took the thing to his mouth for a quick puff. He closed his eyes and let the grey smoke tickle his lungs, feeling his eyes water. Coughed a subded cough, then let it rest in his fingers, before reaching for the singular White candle in front of him, and lighting that with his cigarette.

One. One White cancer, one White candle, one him, one you, one me.

And with a solid thump, he declared with an unwavering certainty:

"Im lonely."