Fuck.

I kicked the tire of my car in frustration. It had broken down the moment I had to drive somewhere important. I’ll have to go and fix it soon, perhaps get to the place tomorrow.

My back against my car, I blew on my cigarette. I heard rustle from in front of me. Then I saw you. I wasn’t surprised, but you did look more beautiful than ever, I couldn’t just say that; you had a boyfriend.

I smiled once you’ve approached my side, suggesting I should let you hit my cigarette. I did as you said, and we just talked the whole time.

Calming, making me forget all my problems.

I hated you for that. I knew I couldn’t have you.