001-Immortal
“Do you think that you’re immortal?” He asked her one day over breakfast.
“What the hell are you on about now?” She responded tiredly.
“The smoking.” He waved a hand as she exhaled thin grey smoke into the room. “It’s going to kill you.”
She looked at him thoughtfully, then at the cigarette in her hand. Her eyes drifted back to his and she lifted a perfect eyebrow before taking another heavy drag.
“Would it make you sad if I died?” She asked as she blew more smoke out.
“Of course.” The man scowled. “For some stupid reason I love you.”
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