Smoke 

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Livvy bowed her head and took a shot of something strong. His deep voice played over and over again in her tangled mind. It was her first day alone, in a long time. She stumbled out of an Upper East Side bar, looking incredible. She could taste his lips and feel his strong grasp take a hold of her; her throat felt hot from the alcohol. So much had changed in her life, and in his. They had never made sense, but she couldn’t shake him. Their memories were a constant playlist. The lyrics sounded bitter sweet and numbing. They were a reminder of what ifs. She knew he wasn’t sitting around thinking about her, but she couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

Livvy’s passions took her on incredible adventures. She found herself in beautiful moments, thanks to her wild heart. He was one of those beautiful moments. 

As she walked down Fifth Avenue in New York City, she bumped into an old friend. They hugged and made pleasant conversation. Taxi cabs buzzed by them. Her old friend suggested a day of shopping together. Livvy smiled.

“What’s wrong? You seem lost,” the friend said. 

“He drifts in and out of my mind like smoke. He consumes my heart and my lungs,” Livvy replied. 

“Oh, him,” her friend sighed with a smirk. 

Livvy knew he’d always be a part of her, with those pretty eyes and wild thoughts. She was an angel and he was the dangerous voice inside her head. 

She and her friend parted ways. Livvy sat down on a bench, in a quiet area of Central Park. She looked around, breathing in the smell of the city. People laughed in the distance and she felt at ease. She had missed the city. A stranger sat down next to her. He wore a nice suit and smelled of expensive cologne. She welcomed the company. Sometimes, she drowned in her own thoughts. 

“What’s wrong pretty girl? You seem a bit lost,” the stranger exclaimed.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that? I’m not lost, I just can’t stop thinking about someone,” Livvy blurted out.

“Does he know you can’t stop thinking about him?” The stranger questioned.

“No, I barely see him anymore. I wish he understood.” She sighed.

“You have to make him understand. Don’t leave him with any choice,” the stranger said kindly. He took off his designer hat and looked at Livvy. She smiled. 

“Thank you,” she breathed. 

The man put his hat back on and stood up. He winked at Livvy and disappeared into the night. As he faded away, smoke drifted through the air. She could find no source, just a cloud of smoke. Her thoughts turned sunny and she exhaled. She could hear his voice. There he was, drifting through her life like smoke.

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The Author

Hi loves, I'm a New Jersey writer, published author, and blogger with an immense passion for love, lifestyle, and drama. I'm the luckiest mama in the world to Greyson Bryce and my heart belongs to Andrew. The Greyson Diaries, an ongoing blog series is based off of my daily experiences as a young mom and my love for my son. I also worked in the fashion/marketing industry from age sixteen until becoming a mama at age twenty-three, which drives my passion for fashion, design, and creativity. I published a book (Deployed) that I wrote while I was still in high school dealing with boys, tears, parties, and gossip and I blossomed into a blogger and a more developed writer. I don't blog to impress...I blog to inspire. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here. Xo Instagram: lizziemognoni Email: lizziemognoni@gmail.com

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