Rylai huffed out the smoke through her nostrils and her slightly opened lips then put the lit cigarette in her mouth again, long drag and she can feel the addictive taste of nicotine again entering her system, nicotine doing its job right.
Rylai once again looked back at where Io is. Io is hanging the washed clothes and Gino is there helping her.
Another drag.
She turned her back on them, not liking the view and to hide the cigarette that she’s holding at Io.
Even though Io doesn’t care about me. When did she even care about me?
Another drag.
Rylai gritted her teeth as she remembered last night’s events.
Another drag.
Io was mad at her and so Rylai, but not on Io, on Gino. Since that talk, Io kept ignoring her. Didn’t greet her in the morning or sit beside her to eat breakfas
