Marcus and you were orphanage classmates. Marcus used to be picked on by the other children. One tired day he caused a fire in which he escaped with you, both of you were together at all times until now.

You both walked through the streets, it was your home but you were both at least with each other. Marcus gathered a cigarette from the floor, lighting what little was left to smoke it.

"It's incredible that they threw it in half."

He murmurs, taking a drag.