Author's Note: I know this story isn't very orignal, but, I thought it was half-way decent. So I hope you think so too. :) I think I've got this thing about stories with suicide and depression. xD

Disclaimer: Disney owns all. 'K?

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Coffee and cigarettes. Cigarettes and coffee.

They were like magic, soothing her, making a sunny day gray.

Cigarettes where her only joy in life, now that he had left her. He'd sailed off in the curling waves, leaving her. And this alien bump under her dress, that was slowly growing larger.

She sighed, and slowly ground out her cigarette butt, ever so slowly, and painfully. The only thing left of her coffee was an empty cup, with a few un-dissolved sugar crystals, refusing to let go.

Sometimes she wished she could just pull the long strand of pearls around her neck, tighter, and tighter, until she had no breath left in her lungs.

But, something kept her alive, something, she couldn't quite place her finger on, kept her from pulling that gloriously long strand of pearls.

It all came down to the cigarettes. They kept her from feeling pain, or even sorrow.

Will came, everyday, to plead, but she felt no inclination to listen to him. He still didn't know.

He had coaxed her outside once, to see the sea, to smell the salt. She had brought her cigarettes with her, and had sat watching the white-capped waves for hours, straining her eyes for a ship. His ship.

She tells him. He's not particularly happy with her. She smokes another cigarette, and blocks him out.

The next day she exits her room for the first time in months, and sits by the sea, waiting, watching, and smoking. She saw ships. But none of them matched the one in her memory. Which was growing fainter every passing day.

Will still visited, often coming with her to the Sea. He talks to her, in a low deep voice. She listens, and smokes.

Then, one night, during a full moon. As she's standing at the window, watching the water glisten with the moonlight. She sees a ship. His ship. And, she puts down her cigarette.

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