Where there's smoke.., JaNae Boswell [sad books to read .TXT] 📗

way, into the rushing lines of teens trying to get to class and out of my life.
I never saw Tiffany again. Her father was too drunk that night to have called the fire department in time when she committed suicide.
She lit herself on fire.
I never wanted to believe she was truly that unhappy. She never came off as that, not to me anyway or maybe I just didn’t want to fathom that idea. I always wondered if I could have prevented it in some way. I wondered if maybe something I said provoked her. The question that will haunt me until the day I die though, is if she used my lighter to do it?
I never went to her house to ask for the lighter back, part of me didn’t want to know. Now though, every time I see a smoke or fire my mind travels back to her. Tiffany, she was graceful, smoky and exquisitely beautiful. The eccentrically captivating girl, that never hurt or burned others.
Just herself. Imprint

Publication Date: 10-21-2009

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