If some people would expect me to chase after her like in typical dramas.
I never will for digging some bad memories from my life, either intentional or unintentional.
White smoke comes out of my lips that are slightly ajar. Letting in. Letting out.
It was the same process. My eyes were shut tight from feeling the cancer slowly getting the best of me.
Or should I say, the worst of me.
It was a disgusting feeling, letting death take over your body like you don't even care yet still caring for it at the same time. I puffed out smoke for the last time before throwing the cigar to the ground and stepped on it.
I was back to my daily habits. I just realized that I stopped smoking since I met Mayu.
I never saw her again after my birthday.
Don't bother about it.