C i g a r e t t e s
"Do you love me?" I whispered, my voice cracking. My eyes are red and my cheeks are wet with un hushed tears, but that didn't matter. To me, nothing matter except the man in front of me.
Chase was quite after that. He took a puff of his cigarette, blowing out smoke as he stared ahead.
He then suddenly turned to look at me with eyes of sadness, an emotion that he rarley shows to anyone.
He sadly smiled, "How could I love someone, when I can't even love myself?"