9:51
After bathing myself with endless cold water, the first view I saw out there was Y/N who appeared to be patiently waiting while she smoked a cigarette. Now I knew where the tobacco field smell originally came from.
I hurried to my room to find clothes to wear and readied myself before going outside to deal with the situation that was currently named Y/N. It was still humid and if I took a warm bath - my life course would have met its last chapter and I would've been no more but shreds of sweat.
My shirt attached itself to my body with the help of my body fluid and that irked me, disgusted me, even. But I chose to ignore that I was perspiring like a madman on a hunt.
I swiftly closed the door instantly when I exited home to see Y/N smoking her cigarette happily.
"Good morning." She threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it with her shoe.
I coughed before I had the ability to answer coherently. "What are you doing here? You just missed my sister, she left like two hours ago."
"I'm not looking for your sister," she pointed out, taking out a pack of cigarettes and lit up another one.
"Oh, no. This is why you teenagers die at a young age." I groaned and she blew smoke to my face.
Y/N laughed at my remark. I frequently wondered how could one person be so alleviated. Or maybe I envied the way she seemed to handle life so easily more than I occasionally did.
"You exaggerate things too much. I'm not going to die." And then I noticed that I was out in the open with a total stranger that I had met not too long ago, days ago, but the point was that I shouldn't have been here with her to discuss how those little menaces called cigarettes have proved the higher chances of death to an individual.
I shook my head. "Okay. Bye, Y/N-"
"What? Where are you going? Don't tell me you're going to isolate yourself back in there?" She grabbed my arm and let go immediately when I stopped my endeavour of returning to my hellhole called home.
I said, "Uh, yes, I will."
"Come on! You can't make yourself rot in there for months," she whined, the cigarette dangling on her lips as she talked.
"What makes you think I've been there for that long?" I quizzed, interested on how she figured that one out.
"Well, I kinda asked about you yesterday-" She pulled the cigarette out of her mouth.
"You what? Why would you do that?" It was an aggravation, because why in the world would she ask anybody around about me?
She blew smoke on the air and I coughed again when she did.
"How else would I know about you, Camila? I had to at least know something, like simple facts."
I pursed my lips. "That would've been okay with different respondents, Y/N."
"So now you also hate the people around you?" she said, giggling.
"I hate everything about this place. Didn't they tell you that?" I said in pure mockery, but she just gave me a smile at the right side of her lips.
"No, they didn't. That would be in contrary to their identity," she responded. Then she finished her cigarette, which astonished me because I've never seen someone take their drag so quick. I didn't question it to Y/N, though.
I scanned our surroundings, luckily there were minimal counts of people around.
"You're smart enough to figure that out," I said.
