He takes a deep draw from his cigarette. Deep draw, deep breath, long puff out. Whooooooo, the smoke rings and clouds fogging the vision temporarily.
He looks at the half smoked cigarette in disgust.
Truth is he already quit this terrible habit. Excuses! Some might retort. Why are you still smoking?
The not so beautiful reason is he wants to remember her. It brings him back to the times when she tried so much to stop him from smoking. Puts him into contemplative reflective soothingtive mood.
As the vision fogs, the memories slip in. Magic smoke!
Another puff, multiple memories. One cigarette is not enough to relive the memories. He chains another one. FUCK. He shouts. In his mind.
Cussing? For what again? Just another way of expression. Of a feeling? He can't remember much.
One thing is for sure. Cigarettes make him happier. Just a remembrance of a point in time past.
Just let the man have his smokes.
Or memories
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