lovers by anna of the north 👉🏼👈🏼
warning: smoking
“this is the end, then,” yuta mutters, not bothering to raise his head from his hands to look at you, not even for a second. “there’s nothing after this.”
“i know what ‘end’ means,” you scoff, not willing to let go of your anger if he won’t let go of his. yuta makes a noise of sheer disgust at your response, though he silenced himself too quickly for your comfort. you stop pacing around your living room just long enough to glance at him, only to see pull a pack of cigarettes from one of his jacket pockets. “what the hell - don’t smoke in my goddamn apartment!”
“our apartment,” yuta reminds you, pulling his lighter out, too. “i’m still on the lease this month. besides, who are you to tell me what i can and can’t do? you’re the one who wants me out.”
“only because you promised me you wouldn’t get tangled up in your deadbeat friends’ messes, and then you went and got yourself fucking arrested! you promised you wouldn’t go astray, and you broke that promise.” you’re standing directly in front of him now, chest heaving after your outburst as you seethe. neither of you break eye contact even as yuta stands up, slowly moving until he’s directly in front of you, unlit cigarette in hand.
“and you promised you’d never walk away,” he says, voice low and eyes void of feeling. you watch, a spectator in your own life as he lifts the cigarette to his mouth and lights it right in front of you, blowing the first smoke out beside your head. you wince, squeezing your hands into fists, but you say nothing else, knowing he isn’t quite done. yuta only chuckles at your response before stepping away, knowing he’s about to get the last word.
“guess we’re both good at making promises we can’t keep, huh?”
