Frankly Told: Just Me
<p>The smoke cloaked him in the bitter scent of tobacco as he continued to pull on the cigarette and cooly exhale into the night. He honestly hated the taste but something about just doing it brought his turbulent emotions to a calm.</p>
<p>“Your mum wouldn’t like to see you do those things,” a gruff voice spoke behind him. “Put it out now.”</p>
<p>He followed the order with minimal resistance. Dropping the almost freshly lit cigarette, he crushed it with the heel of his shoes and patted his hands down the blazer of his suit before turning back to the owner of the voice. His father stood there with his overcoat folded over one bent arm and the other in his pocket.</p>
<p>“Why do you even do those things?” his father shot.</p>
<p>He shrugged and almost mirroring him, there was a sigh.</p>
<p>“You need to sort that out,” his father continued. “It’s a bad habit to have.”</p>
<p>He nodded without a single word. He thought he had grown enough to use words against his father, yet they still escaped him. His father inhaled and exhaled deeply before walking up to the boy until they were standing shoulder to shoulder.</p>
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