ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰɪɴᴇ // 𝐦𝐠𝐜 - 𝐚𝐟𝐢

CIGARETTE 12

CIGARETTE 12

The sun was warm, the landscape passed by the car window, the memory refreshing. Those times when car trips were full of joy and without problems.

The car trips on vacations are probably the best memories I have from my childhood. Every August me and my family would go on a road trip.

They were good times.

The warm weather brought me those memories back as I sit on a park bench with Michael while we both eat an ice cream.

I'm still thinking about Michael being the blond-haired boy with a long fringe who worked in the record store.

It's crazy how this world is so small.

I wonder if he remembers me.

Does he know I'm the girl he used listen to music with in his shift?

If he does, why hasn't he said anything? Maybe for the same reasons I haven't. How would he react if I told him? Would he be shocked, surprised? Not believe me, probably.

I bet he doesn't even remember the girl with a small smile and a big enthusiasm for music.

I feel dumb for not recognize him the first time I saw him, but the truth is, when I stopped going to the Record Store in Brooklyn because of heavy reasons, I tried the best I could to forget that beautiful boy with a precious smile and gorgeous forest green eyes.

I didn't do a good job at erasing his face from my memories because it came back, vivid and colorful.

The fresh breeze hits my face softly, making it easier to breathe. The memory of Michael all those years ago, in the record store didn't bring only the good memories.

Do you believe in destiny?

All my mind is on about is teenager Michael and how I ruined what could be a good friendship, even though I wanted more, all because my issues and problems. My destructive thoughts and my attempt to take my own life.

Pathetic.

It doesn't matter now, does it? It's the past. We are friends again. The best is not talk about it and forget whatever happened in those months before I ended up in a hospital bed.

"What's on your mind?" Even though the question cuts my breath, the sound of his voice somehow makes my body relax. A weird feeling invades my body.

"Nothing much." None of us is holing a cone of ice cream anymore. The sun looks like it's about to leave, tainting the sky with warm red and orange colors.

The sight of it is breathtaking. Taking a cigarette from my jacket pocket, I rest it between my lips. "I hope you don't mind." The words come out muffled due to the cigarette still being between my lips.

"No, not at all." Michael shakes his head. "Would you give me one?"

I just open the pack for him and he takes one. Before putting the pack back in my pocket, I light up my cigarette and hand the lighter to Michael.

The smoke fades into the air. "I never thought you were a smoker." I say as he gives my lighter back.

"I'm not much of a smoker, I just do it sometimes." With his response I take another drag, the white cigarette getting smaller.