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His silent words linger into evanescence like the thin trail of smoke from my cigarette. And I have absolutely no idea what to say to that. Never expected to hear such things from him. Never improvises, never surprises. Looks me in the eye. His enigmatic smile. His affirmation makes my mind tossing about, I weight and confront every word, words in an endless echo.

I take one more drag from my smoke, I feel the last sip of whiskey down my throat. He is nervous, he's got that look in his eyes. The light flickers all around his pupils. Low lip is shaking. Doesn't look me in the eye anymore.

'Got nothing to say to me now?'

He's peering into the extensive darkness down the empty street.

'We should get those curtains replaced, every one can see us from the other side.'

A car passed fast, the flashing lights illuminated his face in a different shade. He seemed sad, hopeless. I saw him for a second, like a chimera. Everything went back to darkness again. I try taking another sip, but the bottle's empty.

'So that's it?'

I flick another cigarette. Boy, he's mad.

I let my head fall to his shoulder. We watch the distant city lights through the window. Everything else seems so far away, no, it's just us, unreachable, in infinite darkness. It almost feels lonely. I try to escape from his embrace. I feel his look on me. He is burning. The empty bottle smashes on our kitchen floor. The door slams. I watch his shadow skip across the asphalt. I watch him struggle with rage. I watch him disappear towards the city. I don't know why, but I feel relieved, like it does make sense for the first time. I feel it's the right thing to do. So does he. I take one last drag from my smoke. Darkness fades, it's breaking dawn.