In all honesty I can’t even remember what it this was for. Probably just a random scene for a writing assignment or just some general writing for no reason at all.

Circa 2005 or so, maybe? Not sure. I was probably listening to “Red” by Treble Charger at the time.

“Here” she says, and lights a match
He takes it and sticks it to the end of his cigarette
The wind blows it out but he puts it in the cup on the ground
She makes a sour face as it sizzles out
“I wasn’t thirsty anyway…”
He doesn’t want to fight tonight
‘I thought you’d had enough’, he said, taking another drag
Her feet shuffle as she stares at the streetlights
Back and fourth like the calmest tidal wave
He watches her lips part and come together
Not a single coherent thought, but he doesn’t seem to care
“Isn’t that what you told me?”
The lights flicker on the street but she’s looking back at him now
Wrapped up in the cold wind
“Isn’t it?” 
He bites his lip and lets out a sigh
Sometimes not saying anything is enough
She takes a seat on the curb
It had been raining all night but if she noticed at all, she didn’t mind
He looks up as the clouds cast over the moon
It’s a beautiful starry night otherwise
He laughs a little at the thought,
“Under any other circumstance…”
She gets up stumbling,
“Don’t say that”
He puts out his arms to hold her still,
Never seen someone fall in with such trust
“Maybe if we were…”
She pushes back and steps away, looks back to the streetlight and the car underneath
“I get it, it’s fine – I’m fine”
He knew she wasn’t but he let her walk to the road
“It’s slippery out there” he called
She didn’t turn around