I was leaning against the railing of the bridge across the small lake, my cigarette in my mouth while I took a long drag. I had already noticed your presence. I knew you would walk through here eventually. Even if I had to smoke my whole pack of cigarettes away, I would wait here day and night until I finally saw you. I turned my head towards you, a small smile on my face. My cheeks and nose were red from the low temperature. Hey Petal I finally said softly.
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