and he pulled a pack of cigarettes out from his pocket. unlike what i expected, he took everything left in it, which means a bunch of cigarettes (if that makes sense). this would definitely hurt him later, maybe leave him with some kind of temporary illness and he will have to live with it until he dies. i didn't stop him, anyway. i was always in love with every single movements he made when he smoked.

inhaling, he looked at me half-eyed, and smirked. i suddenly felt numb from head to toe, just stood there staring at him like a fool. something deep down inside urged me to rush to have his lips on mine, together with the scent of his cigarettes. i didn't even try to resist that brave thought and took one step forward.

two, three, four,

and we kissed.

it was just a gentle peck on the lips, but that was how we kissed, for the very first time. he tasted like cigarettes, full cigarettes, nothing else but the scent of cigarettes. but i loved it anyway, i loved it the way i love him.

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finished on June 18th, 2018. at 2 am.