We Lit The Fire And It's Burning Bright

Frank's POV

Gerard drove calmly in his car, taking out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out, lighted it and breathed in its smoke.

"Frank, I got to stop by the music store before dropping you off, okay?"

I nodded.

He laughed. "Hey, you don't need to be hushed like that."

"Sorry," I apologized. "Hey, Gerard, how old are you?"

"Fifteen," he answered. "Why?"

"Y-you're fifteen and you smoke?"

"It's an escape," he coughed. " This and art keeps me alive."

I became silent.

Notes

c: new chapter!