" The smoke burns slightly down my throat and to my lungs. I focus on this, and empty my head, empty the images of Skye’s beautiful face all bruised up.

In the end, I can’t even give her what she’s rightfully asking. A kiss. Just a fucking kiss on her lips. Even that I’m unable to do. It’d be pathetic if our situation and our past weren’t so tragic.

I take another drag of my cigarette and watch the smoke swirling in the room only lit by the moonlight. — Duke "

― Stephanie Witter , Fix Up (Patch Up, #2)