He stood on the room's balcony, the warm night breeze blowing through his hair as he took a long drag from his cigarette. The entire place was quiet at this time of night, the only sounds coming from the distant waves crashing against the shore.
It was a beautiful sight and a peaceful night, one that he would enjoy relaxing most. But he had gone numb. Everything looked dull in his eyes. Many things had already happened, yet he remained stuck to something he wished would be his someday. It had been that long since the last time he had a good sleep and felt alive. So long that he started to forget what it felt like.
"I thought you quit smoking,"
He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard her voice behind him. As he let out a long furtive breath, he flicked the ash from his cigarette
