Simplistic Complexity

Fatal

"FATAL"

AND IT WAS A MOONLIT NIGHT AND THAT DARK ALLEY HAD AN ODD GLOW TO IT, ERIE AND MYSTERIOUS, AND THERE WAS A DOOR TO A CLUB, AND YOU STOOD OUTSIDE WITH A CIGARETTE CLENCHED BETWEEN YOUR TEETH, AND THE END OF IT WAS GLOWING AND IT CALLED ME OVER. OR WAS IT THE SOFT ILLUMINATION OF THOSE NEON LIGHTS. I WILL NEVER KNOW. I STILL FOLLOWED MY GUT. I WALKED RIGHT OVER NEXT TO YOU AND THE SMOKE DIDN'T BOTHER ME, MY LUNGS COULD FAIL, THEY COULD BE DESTROYED, I WOULDN'T HAVE MINDED. ONE OF YOUR LEGS WAS RESTED ON THE BRICK WALL YOU WERE LEANING AGAINST AND YOU LOOKED SO DAMN TIRED, BUT YOU DIDN'T MOVE A MUSCLE. I TOO WAS TIRED, SO I MOCKED YOUR STANCE AND RESTED AGAINST THE WALL OPPOSITE FROM  YOU. YOU LOOKED UP AT ME WITH SOME UNKNOWN EMOTION IN YOUR EYES AND MAYBE IT WAS LONELINESS I HAD BEEN FEELING OR MAYBE IT WAS THE CHEAP BOOZE, BUT I JUST CRIED. I WASN'T SOBBING, NOR WAS I IN HYSTERICS, I WAS SAD. AND THE TEARS WERE FLOWING AND YOU JUST WATCHED. AND WATCHED. AND WATCHED. AND YOU PULLED ANOTHER CIGARETTE OUT FROM THE PACK IN YOUR POCKET AND YOU LIT IT AND AGAIN PUT IT BETWEEN YOUR TEETH. I WAS SO CONCENTRATED ON THE LITTLE CLOUDS OF SMOKE YOU'D BLOW OUT. MESMERIZED BY THE IRONY OF IT ALL. THE LITTLE PUFFS OF SMOKE WERE SO BEAUTIFUL AND CIGARETTE WAS GLOWING A FLUORESCENT ORANGE- MY FAVOURITE COLOUR- AND THEN YOU REALIZE THAT IT'S GONNA KILL YOU, CIGARETTES WEREN'T BEAUTIFUL, AND THE DAMAGE THEY DID WASN'T BEAUTIFUL EITHER. AND THEN I REALIZED THAT YOU WERE NEXT TO ME BRUSHING AWAY THE HAIR HANGING IN FRONT OF ME WITH ONE HAND, AND THE OTHER WAS OFFERING ME A CIGARETTE. I TOOK IT. I DIDN'T CARE ABOUT DEATH. MY LUNGS COULD SUFFER. I DIDN'T WANT TO BE APART OF THIS CLUB, THE CLUB CALLED LIFE, I WANTED OUT. AND YOU WERE THE FIRST PERSON TO HELP ME GET A STEP CLOSER. WITH THAT FIRST CIGARETTE. BUT DON'T BE STUPID, THE TABACCO WAS NOT GOING TO KILL ME. IT WAS THAT FIRST SMILE YOU GAVE ME WHEN I ACCEPTED THAT DAMNED CIGARETTE. FALLING IN LOVE IS A VERY FATAL THING.