She hates it when he asks those questions.
He knows the answer.
He knows that they can not go back.
There's nowhere for them to return to!!!
She sips again, and waits for the familiar feeling.
Warmth in the cold cruel air she was forced to breathe.
She sways as she stands and somehow makes her way to him.
He's sitting in one corner of the roof, fingers curled lightly around a cigarette that he offers before she can even ask.
She tries to smile, but realizes it's confusing trying to remember.
So she just sits besides him and they watch the sky lighten.
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