He never smoked before, except the month Ariel Morris broke up with him, when he left the room filled with cigarette butts. Otherwise, he never touched them.
And today, after coming out of the hospital ward, he felt a stifling heaviness in his heart, extremely uncomfortable. So he inexplicably ran to the small supermarket outside the hospital to buy a pack of cigarettes, then ran back to sit downstairs of the inpatient department.
One after another, the cigarette between his fingers was already the last one in the pack.
He didn't even know what was wrong with him. Clearly, she had woken up, and there was nothing between them anymore. Wasn't he supposed to leave?
Arlo Seys looked at the lit-up ward of Ariel Morris, the self-mockery in his eyes deepening.
Arlo Seys, knowing full well she's a hopeless predicament, are you still going to fall into the cycle again?
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The spring night was long and slightly cool.
The morning light pierced through the thin mist.
