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Quit smoking!

I just hate smokers. If you keep smoking this way, you are going to die soon. The constant nagging that I would carry on. And, to which he would smile, explaining me how he was trying to quit. How he really didn’t feel like smoking. Smoke, it is something I just don’t remember for today. I wouldn’t care how many cigarettes he would smoke. Even if it were to be countless, I would keep quiet. If only, I could get over this unknown fear, the fear that has clouded my sky. Clouded my thoughts since yesterday. This restlessness that has constantly made me think to the extreme odds. If there could be any way, that could help me get over it. Get him safe here, I would allow him to smoke as much as he wished to. I don’t even know, how he is, to the least where he is. I am scared. I am perturbed. Every minute cell in my body, is aching. Aching out of fear, fear of things I can’t even speak out.

For today, I would let him smoke, if that would be the entire price I would have to pay. And, I really wish, this would be the price. The price of allowing him to blow off the cigarette and not blown, instead.