Those words were like having her soul taken out. It was being inhaled in with the smoke, the cold, the toxins coming from his drink, the music and the laughter in the background. It felt as if the skin on her chest was just air, like clouds, it looked firm enough, but his words would go in like sharp knives and she would feel inside, her heart bleeding away. In an inverted cycle, all this wrung a grin on her face and on the inside, tears poured down her eye sockets. It was kind of a usual feeling, not that she liked it though… life had a funny way of bringing love her way. Never really knew how to deal with it… and yet, his mere presence would make her the happiest person to be around. It was in vain though, and she knew it…the memories of what they once shared felt like smoke, they were there, but so intangible it was actually scary. Maybe she was loosing her mind, well she hoped that was it, but sadly she was far too hale. Pull a cigarette out, burn yourself to ashes and then acknowledge where you are. Make it late enough so it’ll even burn to think about it. How very convenient.
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