I took out a cigarette, lit it, brought it to my mouth then smoked it, leaning against the wall. I was in a dark alley, smoking to relieve my sadness. I once quit smoking because of her. Why was I like that? Here? This time? I just got dumped, a 3 year relationship, I loved that girl deeply, she left me and went off with another guy, only left a message: "I love someone else" and blocked all my society.

I snorted a bit, while I was swallowing the medicine, there was a thug holding a girl hand from a little far away. He took her to the corner and started to tear off her shirt. It looks so uncomfortable, I was about to ignore it but he slap her so hard that I couldn't handle anymore. I walked over and take his hand.

"Hey, why are you hitting girl like that?"

He sniffed his nose and smirked. Without saying a word, he hit me. If that, let's use punches and punches to talk like that. I used one hand to block the punch and then broke his finger, causing him to cry out in pain. I could hear the sound of bones breaking.. I rushed in and punched him. One strong blow sent him away, he staggered by his feet with his nose and mouth bleeding, his cheeks were red because my fist, he hugged his cheeks and ran away. I just smiled faintly at him. I turned around, take of my jacket then cover her and then kept a deep, cold voice asking.

"Are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?"