-Evan-
I stood on the balcony, smoking and reflecting on everything that had happened in the kitchen. Her touch still lingered, an echo inside me, but not the unpleasant kind. I didn’t feel disgusted or hurt by it.
“Hand me one of those.” I turned to my right and saw James beside me. He was still very underweight, and the clothes he wore hung loosely on him. He’d also picked up a bad habit: smoking. I couldn’t deny my role in that.
I placed my own between my lips, then fished out the pack from my jacket, pulling it out along with the lighter, and handed them to him.
“You don’t think it’s time to get a new one?” he inquired after lighting his cigarette.
He waved the lighter in the air, and before he could accidentally drop it over the balcony, I snatched it from him, along with the ci
