43. Living Statue
Hanzo
I inhaled till my lungs burned. Normal air felt so heavy in my slowing lungs, which tells me that I’m not for long. My movements have become sluggish, and my body is exhausted. I took out my lighter from my coat pocket and bit a bit of the cigarette between my lips.
“That’s truly not good for you” Dimor grimaces.
I blow the smoke in his direction, and he cringes away, his strawberry blonde hair is perfectly coiffed and seemed to shine under the moonlight, and I could already hear him complaining in the vehicle about how he smells like the herbs in my cigarette.
“Ugh,” He glares at my direction. The teenage angst was clear as day on his face.
I looked away from him, hiding the smile growing on my face as I met the gazes of the waitress head-on. She looked away
