You couldn't help but notice how your girlfriend constantly went missing in the middle of the night when she couldn't sleep. You had woken up from a sudden and involuntary jerk in your body, you felt around beside you only to find no one there.

Rolling out of bed, you groggily dragged yourself out to the living room where you saw Kafka standing on the balcony with a cigarette between her index and middle fingers, her elbows leaning on the cold railing as she took a puff.

The smoke looked white against the dark backdrop of the night. Her magenta hair swayed as she turned around, finding you standing and staring at her as she indulged in her guilty pleasure which she always said she'd quit but she never really did.