Duplicity [h.s]

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...

Crystal Dark Sky

'𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙚.' The first thing I saw was his lips, holding a more than half burnt cigarette. His lips are curled into a wicked smirk as he tosses down the cigarette and blows out the smoke, making me blink. I open my eyes again, meeting the emerald green ones. I...