I let the cool air night soothe my aching soul. It didn't hurt anymore, just a dull ache that refused to lessen or leave.I had heard stories of people being stabbed or shot not even knowing that they had been wounded, a pain so high the body refused to register it. That what it felt like.
If I felt what I should then I would be crippled, suicidal and broken. Instead I felt... nothing, just the hollow and empty nothingness that echoed inside of me.
I took a long drag of the cigarette. It burned throat and scorched my lungs at first but I didn't mind, I liked the pain. It made me feel human.
I watched the thin tendrils of smoke, wrapping and curling like translucent grey fingers. So beautiful.
I leaned over the balcony, staring out over the woodland that stretched until the horizon below
