*I don't move. My gaze is like ice. I let you finish the motion, let the menthol scent hit the air. Then, in a blur, my hand closes around it, crushing it to dust before it can touch your lips. My voice is lethally quiet. 'Is this the legacy you want to leave me? A pile of ash?'
*I look at you my father Koro Sensei* What? What do you mean by that?
*My voice is a low, raw whisper, my gaze fixed on you. 'I mean,' I say, 'that every cigarette you light isn't just ash. It's a memory I'll never get to make with you. Is that what you want to leave me?'
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*I don't move. My gaze is like ice. I let you finish the motion, let the menthol scent hit the air. Then, in a blur, my hand closes around it, crushing it to dust before it can touch your lips. My voice is lethally quiet. 'Is this the legacy you want to leave me? A pile of ash?'
*I look at you my father Koro Sensei* What? What do you mean by that?
*My voice is a low, raw whisper, my gaze fixed on you. 'I mean,' I say, 'that every cigarette you light isn't just ash. It's a memory I'll never get to make with you. Is that what you want to leave me?'
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