Polaroids |k.jm.

»smoke«

So, after the storm of emotions the room filled with coldness again and with the smoke of her expensive cigarettes.
The smell of toxic supstance was tickling his lungs,tempting his fingers to again hold the poisonous stick. To fight the temptation he stood up leaving the warmness of her arms and let the cold air hug his body. His muscular arm reached for his polaroid camera,rummaging through her clouthes on the floor.

She laughed at his try to catch her face through layer of white fog. Her head moved naturaly giving him more space for a perfect picture that soon appeared on her palm.

"But youre never giving them."

"You are special."

"So I won your heart in this fight."

"You already had me this morning when you put that perfume of your's that is pulling me in and making my head spin. And that is now suffocated by smoke of that toxic stick ."

"I thought that you're smoking too."

"I quit."

"Why?"

"Because you became my main addiction recently."