When he left, I found my old case and the disguised-as-lipstick lighter on the corner of the table at the foot of the bed. I grazed my thumb at my engraved initials and wondered how long it had been here. When was the time he came here and brought them here. Or if he purposely left them or not. But that only meant he had no plans of returning them back. So does the recent one he got from me.
But even so, I clasped them around my hands as I gently laid down the bed on my side, making sure not to put much pressure against it. There was a faint scent of Razbill Silvero that lingered on the sheets. I took it in deep instead of sneaking for a smoke. It was way better. It brought me back to our midnight calls and how I had envisioned every emotion of his face in my mind.
Before I knew it, dark
