Part 1

I set it between my lips and I inhaled, watching the deep orange turning into grey ash and falling off the cigarette. i remove the cigarette from my lips and exhale watching the smoke spread in front of my face. I heard the door to the balcony open but stayed where I was. the footsteps got louder until I saw a pair of hands leaning beside me holding the railing.

"you smoke?" his deep voice rang through my ears.

I shrugged "only when I'm stressed"

he took the cigarette out of my hand and placed it between his lips and inhaled before exhaling. " smoking isn't really good for you." and with that he threw the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it, then walked back inside.