smoke billowed around the room as they smoked. the room smelled of sex and smoke. not anything like home. phil was clad in nothing but boxers, his sweaty back was pressed against the dark headboard. he was dragging in smoke to his lungs. hoping it would relieve some of the stress that weighed down on him. he felt like he was carrying guilt as heavy as the world. possibly due to dan meaning the world to him. he didn't think about dan.
he thought about evelyn. and the growing pain he felt every time he looked at her. the loss of blood as he strolled through his garden. he didn't have lilies, or gardenias anymore. he had wilted flowers, dead roses, and thorns. he had the memories of the flowers dan had planted, but nothing more than a wispy memory. something that he couldn't cling to. that evaporated in front of his eyes.
"hey, phil, can i ask you something?" evelyn asked. she was laying across his lap. head in his lap as she inhaled long drags of smoke. her hair was splayed out all around her as she sighed. her green eyes pierced into phil's green ones. a wave of dizzying guilt washed over him as his eyes trailed over the hickeys that he had given her. her black lacy bra that left nothing to the imagination.
she sighed heavily. her eyes lifting to the ceiling as she took more drags of her shallowing cigarette. she closed her eyes inhaling softly. almost as if she was trying to brace herself for what she was about to say.
"what would you say about getting married?"
