Cigarettes out the Window || Reddie

The sky was dark, laced with mesmerizing, bright stars and constellations, Richie stared in awe at the patterns filling the sky above him. A cigarette sat in between his pale fingers, the calm breeze of the night blew through his raven curls as he brought the cigarette to his chapped lips. He blinked, moments like these never felt real to Richie, nights like these felt like a new reality, a reality where nothing else matters, he had everything he ever wanted. Sitting on the roof of a building he struggles to call his home, gazing at the stories that the stars above tell him.