cigarettes // yuri on ice

v.

It was always with a cigarette between his lips that he found happiness.

Or, not what you could call happiness, but..

Contentment.

That nice sigh he would do after a big breathe of smoke, the absolute nothingness he would feel after knowing he was destroying himself from the inside out; yet he was obsessed with it.

He loved that.

And so he learned to become obsessed with that;

Just like his father did.

Obsession is a learned trait after all, isn't it?

He knew he was going to die.

Soon, if he was lucky.

And for that short period of time that he is alive, the aged Russian decides that he would do anything for that short buzz, that little escape everyone gets from the death sticks.

It's why people are obsessed with them.

And his obsession all began with his depression.