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:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related