“Don’t you get anxious when you realize time just keeps going and going?”
x.
A cigarette was removed from the metal case, shoved between his lips. He lit it, inhaling deep. For a long moment, he did nothing but enjoy the cigarette- finally exhaling.
“No.” Smoke escaped with the lie, eyes half lidded.
But what compelled him to change his answer? He wasn’t sure. Perhaps the knowledge that there were few who would believe the truth, and the other before him was smart- he wouldn’t buy into the occult, would he?
“....sometimes,” softer. “If I think about it too much.” But sometimes, sometimes, sometimes-
The thief scoffed. “...No.”