the man inhaled a deadly breath, and exhaled, setting the dangerous smoke free.
he threw the ashy remains of his last cigarette into a puddle, letting the fumes pollute the water.
he sighed, realising that if he craved his saviour anymore, he'd had to go back home
he ran his hand through his wet,
black hair. originally, it was spiky, but the rain had soaked him, so now it was flat.
"do I go back? do I face her?" he began to mumble, tilting his head slightly. "do I want her excuses? does she want me there?"
he rolled his eyes and shook his head, deciding that it would be best to go back.
he pulled his hood over his head, put his hands in his pockets, and walked away into the night.
𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 "𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒚." 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒚 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝑷𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒆
