cigarettes // yuri on ice

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"Oh.. I.. I-Im sorry.." Yuri choked, not knowing what else to say. He felt weird saying sorry since that was something you usually said when someone passed away.

"It's okay, he wasn't in love with me anyways." The male had a thick Russian accent, that was apparent from the first word he spoke. He took out a cigarette and a lighter and lit one of the death sticks, putting it in between his cold lips and sucking in on it like it was the only oxygen he'd get in his life.

He blew out a stream of white, airy smoke into the night sky and watched it disappear.

He offered Yuri a cigarette. Yuri shook his head and eyed him in disgust.

"You know those are going to kill you one day, right?"