it's been months since the break up and it doesn't feel real. you still feel his presence lingering and warmth that you guys once shared. on the back of your sofa, of course i still care

you were still able to go on your life but it doesn't feel the same especially with his face all around the town as a explosive pro-hero. if only you could see how I've been. if im being real, you know it ain't been the same . you were hugged by the darkness all the time since the break up.

you slept that night, dreaming about him again but this time you saw him and you living happily. the same smile you both had when you guys were together. the same gentle touch of hand. the same face that you had missed forever. but then, only have a couple minutes guess we're going back to real life. you woke up crying, heavily

you couldn't take it anymore, you went to grab your jacket and ran to his house. when you arrived, the lights were off and it was dark from the outside. you were sobbing even more. like, did you end up moving house?

you sobbed all the way home before you stopped on your track, finding him Infront of your house. he looks troubled and..smoking. i walk slowly towards him and took his cigar out of his mouth shakingly and a small question came out of your mouth

"since when are you smoking now?"