Working at a garage was tiring, but pretty much enough for survival. Day by day it became harder, gradually I lost my appetite , always wondered if Its increasement of the amount of cars I repair or is it my fatigue that makes me a walking corpse by the evening.
Pulled out the small stick out of my mouth , exhaling leaving the environment foggy than it is, stomped on the used cigar reminded of your words.
"Don't smoke honey"
But it was hard, especially when it was pretty much the only thing I did for more than 10 years.
Buckled up helmet, racing the bike with the leather gloved knuckles while accelerating towards you under the harsh daylight,
The coffee shop.
Heavy sigh and a small coughs fell out from my lips as I ignored the tiredness of my body, slumping towards the door, only to open it seeing you almost packing everything to leave.
"Dayoff ?"
"Shift ended early "
"So..let's go there Kook ? Please "
"Sure, for sure, come on "
Your small peck calmed me down forgetting the muscle pain all over my weakening body. Didnt knew why though.
I missed those days where I could beat everyone and win with hand fight.
Because they never came again.
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