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The smell of smoke, filled my nostrils as I snapped out from the reality of sleep, I woke up to the eyes that I waited for all through the night, he confidently sat in the chair across from me admiring my body form. He seemed to have stayed awake all night, but he didn't show it. He looked pissed and still almost, but his eyes moved with mine as they trailed along with his clothes he wore last night. I adjusted my arm as my eyes went back to the cancer stick in his very own hand, I knew he was stressed, I could see how uneasy he was, by his harsh look that followed my every move.

I adjusted my eyes as they began to adapt to the shining light from the open windows. I moved my legs to the edge of the couch and adjusted myself as I stretched my back, his eyes followed mine.

"I made strawberries", I said as I got up and headed to the fridge to grab them hoping it would cheer him up.

"Have one, they're even fun to watch someone eat, see", I took the strawberry as his eyes followed my ha