Inhaling it in, I let it wander down and about before blowing it out.
The wind whips past me as I stand alone in the empty graveyard with just a cigarette in hand.
I smoke occasionally but today I needed it. Hopefully, I don't make a habit of it.
I look down at the headstone I'm standing next to and the flowers in front of it. I had read somewhere once that poppies were a sign of peace after the end of something.
Pretty ironic but I didn't know how else I would've done justice to the situation.
Clinton's grave was the last place I wanted to be right now.
I had avoided Justine for the better half of a month, it was pretty easy considering she wanted to avoid me too.
I had caught upto the work, I had made sure I was upto my neck deep into work this entire time. If only to avoid Justin
