The cigarette smoke filled his lungs, which he exhaled out in a deep sigh. Carlos's head tilted up towards the dark night sky, trying to silence his thoughts of you with another drag.

Your relationship with Carlos was always toxic, lovers coming back to one another only to leave. It hurt, knowing part of your departure was his fault. But just like the cigarette between his fingers, he was addicted. He couldn't stop missing you.

Why was he outside of your apartment building? He'd never know.