• It was a silent night, few drops of water fell from the sky hitting the ground, the smoke that came out of Garcello's lips vanished into the air after being exhaled by the aforementioned.

• He was resting against a wall in an alley, there was light smoke coming out of the cigarette between his fingers, while he sighed softly due to the cool atmosphere of that early morning.

Hm, I know this is wrong…but it's so addictive.

• He knew very well that when he got home he would receive scolding from his roommate and also a friend, but he couldn't help it, it was addictive, a smoke that distanced him from the reality that tormented him so much, a way to escape from the problems of the human life and for a moment…feel alive.