➡ ごめんね【 Gin+Sayuri 】
Click. Clack. Click. Clack His eyes watched idly as his fingers played with the old zippo lighter in his hands. Its silver plating crowned with a veil of scratches, like a blushing bride too shy to show her face. The cigarette hung from his mouth as he took in a deep breathe from the stick. And he could still remember clearly how his first smoke tasted like, how the smoke felt like lead leaking down his throat and filling his lungs, weighing him down and constraining him. And he would felt like a chest was binding him so tightly. Yet a feeling of liberation in his head – it was euphoric. All his worries flew out of the windows. All the knots began to unravel. And it was heaven. Nowadays, cigarettes didn't do that to him anymore. He was no longer a boy of 15 after all. And it was true what they said – you can only go down from that point. Needing something stronger and stronger. Longing to reach that Valhalla you once ventured to. But it was all in vain. Beauty was but a fleeting thing, and that's exactly what made it beautiful. He chuckled quietly behind the company's building. Finishing up his smoke like it was nothing but a candy pop and putting it off with the heel of his shoes when he's through. He closed his eyes, eyebrows slightly knitted. His fingers still preoccupied with the lighter. The rhythmic pattern her made taking his mind someplace else. Some place where muses whispered in his ears and harmony slithered under his clothes and stroked his skin. But he couldn't go. Not yet anyway. For he was waiting for a friend – very pink friend – to discuss a rather dark matter.