Ashes and embers floated by amid the smoke that I exhaled. The red tip of my cigarette looked gorgeous than ever! I’ve missed this.
Warm smoke filled my throat as I inhaled again, this time, a bit longer. Fuck! This hurts. How many days has it been? All the emotions that needed a release had to be burnt first. Now they drift away as smoke in the air.
“This one’s for you.”
I thought as I dropped the filter and crushed it smoothly. My first cigarette after two long years of quitting and the last one I’ll ever smoke because of my emotions.
The lesson I learnt the hard way:
Once a woman decides to leave, there’s nothing you can do to stop her.