ETHAN
I needed a smoke. A long one.
I felt the pocket of my jeans for the packet I brought along with me as I walked through the hotel door. I figured I wouldn't find where to buy some here.
I was slightly annoyed at Andrew, and I felt so stupid that I left the room to avoid talking to him this morning. I'd had breakfast in the lounge and was presently strolling about the streets in a pair of joggers and a sweatshirt.
Reaching a lonely path I decided to take out a stick of cigarette before lighting it up with my lighter. I stood still for a minute as I took a long drag before continuing my aimless walk.
Am I doing something wrong? I wondered aimlessly as my minded drifted back to Andrew. I felt my lips tremble and my eyes water at the thought of his refusal last night. Was I doing som
