Impossible (2p China)

                                    

                                          
Requested
                          
  
                          


                          
Impossible - Shontelle
                          
 
I remember years ago
Someone told me I should take
Caution when it comes to love
I did, I did


                          


                          

"Now remember sweetie," your mother said with a strict voice even though tears were pouring down her face, and she looked like she could break at just a touch. "Take caution when it comes to love. I hope you don't make the same mistakes I did." She kissed your forehead and told you goodbye, and that was the last you ever saw of her.


                          


                          
You were only 5 years old when she left you and your father to who knows where. That was when you learned what a divorce was, and that love doesn't exist.


                          


                          
Years later, you moved out of your old childhood home, leaving your miserable father behind. You couldn't handle the depressing thoughts that swarmed within the home, so you left.


                          


                          
"Moving to New York's famous Chinatown is for the best," you agreed to yourself as you sat in your new apartment. It was just the change that you needed.
He was the change you needed.
Yang Zao, the local drug lord.


                          


                          

And you were strong and I was not
My illusion, my mistake
I was careless, I forgot
I did



                          


                          
"You're such a lightweight," he chuckled at your burning face.
"Can you blame me? You probably gave me the strongest drink known to man," you exclaimed with many hand gestures.


                          


                          
Zao drank another shot, only to give you an indifferent. "This isn't that strong, lightweight~"


                          


                          
"Lies! I can see behind your lies! You're just as drunk as me," you cheered happily.


                          


                          
"And what if I am," he purred out, scooting closer to you on the couch.


                          


                          
"You would probably be seeing stars," you replied dreamily as the two of you leaned into each other. Your throat and mouth was burning, but you couldn't tell what was causing it. Was it the countless amounts of shots you drank or the fiery kiss taking place?


                          


                          

Once the two of you pulled away, he wrapped up a blunt before lighting it and smoking it. The smoke coming from his mouth interested you in your drunken state, and you grabbed the blunt hanging from his lips.


                          


                          
"Do you even know how to smoke it," he asked in a joking manner.


                          


                          
Without responding you tried to copy his previous actions, but your coughing quickly gave away your innocence.
                          

"Not like that, like this," he said as he took back the blunt and taught you how to keep the smoke in, and suck it down into your lungs.


                          


                          
Quickly learning from him, he wrapped you your own blunt and the two of you smoked in your small apartment.