He smoked a lot. The air turned so heavy that she found hard to breath. But she kept reading, as always.
As I said, everyday the same routine.
When he finished his last cigarette, he entered the building and went straight to his locker.
She followed him, because first period was about to start.
Maths.
YOU ARE READING
Sadness
Short StoryHe was broken. She was, too. She wanted to fix him. Maybe she was the only one who could.
