Summer and Winter

XII

I stand at the railing and close my eyes listening to the sound of the rushing water. I love this bridge.

Before my mom died, she'd take me on walks to this bridge everyday. It was her favorite spot; it was where she met my father.

I take out my last cigarette and light it.

"Well, if it isn't June."

I jump startled and turn to look into the deep brown eyes of Cigarette. The bags under his eyes have gotten darker and he appears to have gotten paler.

I smile up at him and he smirks back at me.

"Hi there stranger."

He stands beside me and lets his eyes roam my body.

"I would've worn something nicer had I known you'd finally be back." I say meeting his eyes.

"You look beautiful." he says turn his head toward the city skyline.