(Alexander’s POV)
My hand, trembling in anger, searched for the cigarette case in my pocket and took a stick as I looked blankly into space. My chest was so tight that I felt like I wanted to explode in a wave of unexplainable anger. It was like somebody took something I owned.
I close my eyes, remembering I don’t have a lighter. George always brings one with her, although she knew I gave up smoking years ago. It was just a habit that I always had a cigarette case in my pocket, and in this situation, I really wanted to smoke.
The ‘cling’ sound of the metal lighter case opening causes me to turn my head to the person who stands beside me. Wendell lit his cigarette, and then he gave it to me. I placed the stick between my lips and lit the cigarette. We smoked quietly like no one wanted to
