Lungs

Inhale

Smoke. It was the first thing Brendon noticed about Alice. It followed her around, like a permanent killer cloud. It enveloped her, swarmed her, stalked her. It was just, there. He couldn't recall a time where she didn't have a cigarette in her hands or when her pupils were dilated from the nicotine rush that constantly possessed her body.
The smoke was off putting, but Alice seemed to thrive in the fact it made people leave her alone. She had her friends, her life, she never saw the reason why people should mingle with strangers. She was comfortable, and didn't want anything to change.
It was a Monday, which meant an emergency pack of cigarettes lay in her bag. The black sweater that she had chosen for the day cuddled her, and she held the cuffs in the palm of her hands, her purple nails colliding with the darkness. Alice's long dark hair was tied up in a messy bun, framing her face perfectly. Her blue eyes were bright and skilfully outlined with black eyeliner, giving them an edgier look. She turned heads, but sometimes for the wrong reasons.
Brendon was always attracted to Alice. Maybe it was the danger and eeriness that she possessed, the exact opposite to his dull life, or maybe it was the fact that she seemed to just wash over him. 'Like a cloud of smoke' he thought and smiled weakly at his pun. She floated passed him and he held his breath, not wanting to attract attention to himself, but also regretting not starting a conversation with her at any time. He realised he was still staring, so Brendon dragged his eyes off Alice reluctantly, and let them drift to the floor, before hurrying off to class.

The cloud of smoke filled his lungs as he ran through it and he breathed it in deeply. 'Lungs' he reminded himself as to why he didn't smoke.

'Lungs'