Same life, different addiction {hyunjin} - English vers

Every night, at 12:43 a.m., they pass each other without ever really speaking.
Him, sitting on the stairs, a cigarette between his fingers, music as the only barrier between him and the world.
Her, sweaty from yet another night out, eyes shining with a fire she can no longer put out.
She always says the same sentence.
One night, he replies-without really knowing why.
Two strangers, two silences, two ways of running.
Same emptiness, different addiction.
And what if the pain we hide became the only language we shared?

Inspired by "Smoke" - MissahL