Closer To The Edge by AlinaLotus “Cigarette. Please.” Her hair is wisps against her pale forehead, streaks of sweat and dirt running down her neck, like cracks in a vase. He raises an eyebrow. banner courtesy of ultimatebethylficlist Share this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading... Related