♢ Indies Dorm

[well, since no one has really posted here, i shall. /clears throat/ here goes...]

Do Kyungsoo ---who was he to use light bulbs? Rather, what was he? His nose scrunched and consequently his forehead creased in thought. Here he was again haunted by himself albeit he had full knowledge that he had had a good head start when someone had pulled the trigger and bled crimson on asphalt. He had sprinted off and had turned himself into something else. He clucked his tongue and switched off the light before striding towards the edge of his bed.

His hand reached for a packet inside his faded jeans and a zippo from under his pillow. This was a dorm and he doubted if this was allowed but still...he kind of lost the skill to care. He placed a stick of nicotine in between long idle hands and flicked the zippo open; combustion.

He drew in a long deep breath. He didn't like smoking. But he liked how it trashed him. It tore him to pieces - the smell, the taste. It masked who he was. And covered by darkness, he made one with it, like a lover. He turned into a shadow and the dusts of the cigarette fell on the floor of the room. He was the Cheshire cat but no one could see his smile.

Another drag.

He could never be a fan of cigarettes.

/steals v-card/ mehehe.
o u o hello fellow indies. o/