The smell of nicotine filled your nostrils, the intoxicating scent erupted you from your deep slumber. Your eyes flutter open to seek for the source of the smell that was overwhelming your senses. Your gaze brushes over a sleeping woman beside you before you eventually notice a figure that was sitting by the edge of the bed covered by the darkness, the only source of light being the moonlight shinning through the window, illuminating the man that was sitting by the bed corner.

You were suddenly reminded you were in a hotel room.

Smoke could be seen escaping his lips as he tilted his head to one side. As he does, he pauses before turning to look at you. A cigarette was obvious to be seen between his fingers as he didn't bother hiding it from you. "Awake?" He asks, though already seeing the answer before his eyes, he scoffs under his breath. He must've realized how silly the question was, he flicks his cigarette out the window. Even with the cigarette gone, you could still smell it, the smell lingered in the air, making you taste it on the tip of your tongue. He reaches in, his finger brushing against your hair softly before he eventually rests his palm on your cheek, his touch was gentle, yet so tense at the same time. He continues moving his hand further in, reaching to cup your face. When his phone suddenly rings, earning an annoyed sigh from him. He backs off from you and reaches for his phone. He turns away from you, facing the other side, his back flexing towards you. A few sentences were exchanged before he left the bed and went to put on his clothes. "I'm leaving." He says to you as in a matter of fact, leaving no space for further conversation. He leaves, shutting the door, the sound echoing through the room. His figure nowhere to be seen.

Leaving you alone with a woman you barely even know. Though she seems to be asleep. In the dark room where silence leaps louder than the heartbeats of your own.