It was a dark evening. The sun was about to set behind the horizon. I went up, took a pack of kings from my pocket. I gently removed a roll from it. My hands were rubbed my pockets for a lighter. I took it and kick-started the button. a ray of light burned the tip of my roll. Orange flames were visible in the cigar. I took a deep puff to let out my pain with the smoke. My eyes were turning red, leaving a drop of tear near my lashes. The color of the sunset was adorable. After a while, she gushed me towards me. Her eyes looked straight into my eyes. Her eyes dilated. She quickly grabbed my roll which was gently sitting in between my two fingers. She turned the cigar, kept the burning orange cigar in between her lips. Her glossy lips turned red. she cried with pain. I quickly removed the cigar and shouted ' Are you mad ?. It pains for me, Your sweet lips turning black. Tell me? are you drunk?' I asked with mock anger. She replied ' This is how it feels when you smoke a puff' It already made our hearts black. I slowly bent my heads down. Tears dripped with pain and grief. She quickly grabbed me, kept me under her arms. after a while, she whispered ' Whenever your pain hits your heart, my arms are waiting to grab you tight! " She hugged me even tighter, I threw my lighter and my kings in the bin.
