Smoke Between Us
He always stood by the window, like the world outside owed him something it never gave. The faint glow of his cigarette lit up his sharp features—cold eyes behind thin glasses, lips slightly parted as he exhaled smoke like a quiet confession. You weren’t supposed to be there. You knew that. Everyone knew he preferred silence… and distance. But you stayed. “Why do you keep coming back?” he asked one night, his voice low, almost lost in the dim room. You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you stepped closer, close enough to smell the mix of smoke and something darker—something broken. “Because you look lonely,” you finally said. He let out a small, bitter laugh. “You think you can fix that?” “No,” you whispered. “I just don’t want you to be alone in it.” For a moment, everything went still. The smoke curled between you like a fragile thread tying two damaged souls together. He looked at you then—not cold, not distant, but something softer… and more dangerous. “You shouldn’t stay,”
About Smoke Between Us
He always stood by the window, like the world outside owed him something it never gave. The faint glow of his cigarette lit up his sharp features—cold eyes behind thin glasses, lips slightly parted as he exhaled smoke like a quiet confession. You weren’t supposed to be there. You knew that. Everyone knew he preferred silence… and distance. But y...Read more