![]() ![]() He wants to sit on the roof during finals week and chain smoke an entire pack of cigarettes, forgetting that consequences exist and that he won’t ever be in love. Here’s the thing: Hobie’s never been in love, but that doesn’t stop him from being a hopeless romantic. He takes another breath of smoke, reveling in the way the nicotine makes him pleasantly warm and dizzy- or maybe it’s just the lack of breath. Hobie watches the red glow turn from a bright flare back down to a smoldering orange, and takes a drag on it. Instead, he pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket and lights one. The city lights are still burning, the night air is cold as hell, and he should probably go inside to avoid the risk of catching cold. Hobie idly looks over the ridge of the building he’s sat on. In the end, it’s still one in the morning and you’re still a college student. There’s something about sitting on the roof at one in the morning that feels almost holy. ![]()
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