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Outside it was completely dark. It's no wonder, since it was not much after three in the morning. Darkness flooded the room. And silence mingles with the sound of speeding cars. And his breath. Quiet breath belonging to man lying next to me. I smiled. I couldn't help, but smiled. He slept. So sweet slept. It wasn't the first time, when I watched him sleep. I reached for a small table and I took a packet of cigarettes. I lit the one. The smoke slowly lifted into the air. "You take my breath away" I whispered softly, although he slept. "You know that, right?" I sighed. I'm such an idiot. And freak. Yes, I'm terrible freak. "I think you know

Izzy looked out the windows of the practice room. His fingers danced along the fretboard, pressing strings and coaxing out notes and chords. He didn't watched at faces of his friends, but he had aware that Duff watching him. Dark-haired blushed, after then he sighed. He hated feel like that. When song ended, and Axl stopped sing, Izzy noticed out of the corner of his eye that the bassist moved closer. "Hey, at the moment it's over" said singer. "Slash, can you help me with something?" "Sure" answered guitarist, going to another room with redhead. The rhythm guitarist reached into one's pocket, pulling out packet of cigarettes. He took out

Izzy sat on the floor, looking in one point from ten minutes. He was very sad so that talk to anyone. He wanted be sad in loneliness. Although the door wasn't closed, Izzy knew that nobody go in. Nobody cared about him. So surprisingly when he ended drink his bottle of alcohol, somebody opened the door. Izzy saw Duff. "What're you doin'?" the bassist closed the door behind himself. "Drinking, you not see? Why you are there?" Izzy asked coldly. Duff seemed surprised. "Why not?" Duff raised his eyebrows. "You're my buddy." Izzy snickered. 'But you're not my buddy. You're my dream.' "You were here all time. I just wanna confirm that you're