[center]Damien waltzed around the night lit street as he thought about Azalea. He put a cigarette to his lips, lighting it with his lighter before taking a few puffs. The smoke rose into the night sky, looking like it was about to reach the stars.
'I wish I could be like that smoke...maybe I could reach you then...' He thought, and as he did the smoke quickly disappeared into the air, making him chuckle sadly. Damien didn't want to give up, he didn't want to say goodbye to the one person who could change him so much.
He continued to walked around, not intending to go anywhere, but somehow ended up on the docks, by the local pond. He walked on the docks, and leaned on the banister. Staring into the water intently he blew some more puffs before hearing someone. He turned his head to see Flynn. Flynn was also in the same position as he was, so he enjoyed his company.
"Oi! Flynn!" Damien called out smiling happily.