As night falls, anxiety and isolation have always been your true companions.
You could find your solution in cigarettes. During the moonlit nights, when insomnia took hold of you, it was normal to just disappear for a while and smoke a couple of cigarettes.
Over time, it began to happen so often that the smell of cigarettes followed you on your clothes or lips when you kissed. And your lover, Chuuya, of course, couldn’t help but notice that.
Today the cycle repeats itself. The cigarette is back in your pale lips as you watch the bright lights of the Yokohama billboards. As much as you’d like, Yokohama was never really dark.
"Smokin' again, doll?" There’s a voice behind you. It's Chuuya, who had just returned from work. "Thought 'ya quit." He smirks.
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