Smoking

Their is a woman who every day wakes up at seven gets ready dressing a black pencil skirt and a crisp white shirt with a black collar; and boards the subway at eight and arrives at work at eight forty five. At work she will sit at her desk and work until she has a break in which she will down the time smoking. She seems to do nothing but smoke even when she arrives home she will step out onto the padio and smoke. Even when she is invited to go out she will somehow end up smoking or just not come. Her coworkers would hint her addiction in subtle ways like putting up 'Stop Smoking' poster by the smoking area told boasting about how long they had gone without smoking but she didn't care. This woman wasnt always as anti social, she wasn't always the woman who seems disgusted by the thought of talking to someone. This woman and I were once great friends. Her and I met through smoking we both were on break and stumbled into each other at the smoking area. She was funny and kind loud and charismatic the complete opposite of shy little me. We ended up becoming best friends. She invited to ride the subway home with me and we ended up riding the same train to and from work each day. Sometimes I would spend the night at her place we would hang smoking and talking amongst ourselves sitting in her small four hundred square foot apartment shoes thrown across the room shirts undone and hanging open revealing our black tank tops and we would sit back spreading our legs despite the tight black skirts our work uniform forced on us. But we weren't always alone. Sometimes we would be accompanied by her boyfriend who would sit along with us and smoke and chat. Those were the moments I cherished and hope that she did too. But those moments only lasted so long until... He cheated. Her and him had also met through smoking. At a group date they were both invited to, they both had ended up escaping to the smoking area where the talked and eventually hit it off and proceeded to spend almost every moment together talking and smoking with each other. He eventually proposed and I had never seen her so happy and I was so glad for her excited that she was going to spend more time with the man she loved. One day only a little while after his proposal she went to surprise him at work. But when he exited the building he had a woman attached to his arm she was young with long red hair tied up in a pony and bright blue eyes. She smiled and laughed with him until they noticed her standing there staring at him her jaw dropped and desperation leaking into her eyes. That moment she begged any god out there that this wouldn't be real that all of this would be just a nightmare that she could wake up from and just go back to the beautiful dream that she lives in before. As she reached out to grab him pull him back and go back to her apartment where they would talk and smoke and be happy. But he pulled away and wrinkled his noes in disgust.
"You smell of smoke."
And he walked away with the woman in tow laughing and smiling.
She then cut off all communication from friends and family. She distanced herself and now we are here with her smoking on the roof to of her work place. She sighed and pulled put her pony tail her long black hair falling down to her shoulder blades. She removed her black slip ons and unbuttoned her shirt then she climbed over the fence and onto the outer edge and looked down to the street below. The sun was just beginning to set creating an orange hue her tears sparkling as she looked around and stomped out her cigarette.

"Goodbye."

Then the smoking area proceeded to be uninhabited for awhile with 'Stop Smoking' posters attached to the walls. And one of the most plagued posters I had ever seen.

'Smoking Kills'