He loved it here, quiet, peaceful, and no one will bother him anymore.
Cold wind, the sound of crickets, and his pack of cigarette, that's Bright so called heaven.
He rubbed his forearms because of the cold winds that he felt under his thick sweater. He examined the surroundings of the place and smiled in satisfaction.
"It's nice here, a good place for a smoke." He uttered.
He sits and leaned on someone's gate. He closed his eyes, reminiscing the time when he's with his mom.
"I'm sorry." A teardrop slipped from his eyes.
He immediately wiped it using the sleeves of his sweater then take the pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
He lit up the stick with his old lighter and immediately puffed it. He haven't puffed one for awhile.
The smell of the smoke calms him, making him forget the past temporarily.
After a few sticks he yawned.
Can i sleep here?
He placed his backpack on the ground and let his head rest over it. He placed his arms on his forehead and gazed at the stars.
Hope you're happy now. Please forgive me.
His lids are getting heavy and he yawned for the last time, then the boy falls on a deep slumber.
Little did he know a boy who owned the house just passed by and saw him. The owner can't resist the urge to stare at the sleeping guy. He was amazed by his features, from his messy hair, thick eyebrows, a sharp nose, and a full plump lips.
His face flushed into a shade of red.
Is it rude to stare at someone who's sleeping.
Until he felt pity to the guy.
The ground is probably hard and it's really cold here.
He wants to wake him up but he's scared that the handsome stranger might get mad at him.
He kneeled closer to the guy and fixed his head.
Atleast you won't get a stiff neck when you wake up.
He smiled and quietly opened his gate, he tiptoed trying not to make any noise that can wake up the sleeping guy on his gate.
He laid on his bed still thinking of the man outside.
Hope I can see him again and ask for his name.
He smiled until he falls into a deep slumber.
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Cigarette // BrightWin
Fanfiction"I just don't want to feel happiness anymore." A twenty-year-old Bright Vachirawit spends most of his time smoking at someone's gate. Cigarette make him feel at ease, temporarily forget those things that turned him to a cold and ruthless guy, though...
