chapter one

SOUTH PARK
Christophe (the mole) x oc

"thank you, Christophe, for your service" she says shyly. She pulls her sweater back up onto her shoulder nervously. Through the computer screen Christophe could see her hospital room. White walls, white tile floor, white ceiling. White bedsheet, white bedside table, white curtains. It's sad. He hates that room immediately. He forces a half smile anyways.
"yeah, you too." He takes the cigarette out of his mouth to say that. Somehow talking to someone who can't breathe and smoking seemed weird. But she hadn't said anything. He keeps the cigarette between his fingers but doesn't lift it to his lips again.