Damage Control

“It’s not what you think”, he said, taking one long drag from his cigarette before flicking it away.

“What is it, then?”, I asked absently.

“Damage control”, he said, as I watched the glowing embers of the discarded cigarette fade away slowly. “That’s all any of this is.”

I thought of the last set of lost boys, and the cruel trap fate had laid out for them. I thought of the past, and the darkest things that were now forever a part of me. I thought of all that had happened in just one single year.

“I understand”, I said, lighting another cigarette.

I knew a little about damage control myself.

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One thought on “Damage Control

  1. Tatsat says:

    In fact, I would say most of the “I understand”s fall in the same category 😉

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