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Hopelessly and indignantly he set in the corner of the room, roughly running his finger tips through his dark brown hair, blood rapidly whirling through his veins as his coruscating green eyes filled with nothing but mere coldness.. He had enough And she felt the same way.. Her eyes were red and wattery, with a quivering body and a growing heart beat as she stood against the opposite side of the wall, seemlessly working through her emotions and replaying the horrific event which took place earlier that evening. They had yet, another fight. The darkness of the room was accompanied by the piercing light of the moon gleaming through the large rectangular shaped window, revealing the current state that the living room was in Upturned paintings, a disoriented book rack, a broken wall mirror and several bits of glass pieces lied shredded across the woodened floor.. It was a mess.. They were a mess.. It was clear enough that one of them were bold enough to grab the nearest object and fiercely threw at the other with the intention of causing pain and agony,not second guessing the consequences and harm it might bring. Anger is such an awful sensation, it drives you to do thee unthinkable. And It did.. "look at us" he's panted voice filled the silence as he gradually wiped the trace of blood from his bottom lip "we're destroying one another" She remained wordless, still shuddering and traumatised , her eyes sturdily tracing the motion of his left hand as he slowly reached for his back pocket. Anxiously and curiously she gazed, wondering what he possibly could be reaching for, at this state..anything unpleasant could be expected, especially since the incident. But, too her surprise.. It was a pack of Insignias, one of the most strongest and most extravagant cigarettes available. Her eyes expended and her mouth slightly opened as he flipped the seal, and pulled out one single tab. It was his favourite... "yes... I started smoking again" he effortlessly lid the cigarette and clasped a puff "it's been a while now" the warm ball of thick smoke escaped from his mouth. The taunting of his voice tone, tempered with her emotions.. And he shamelessly derived great pleasure from it. She was speechless... He use to be remarkably enslaved to the essence of Kindled tobacco and the unexplained sensation it brought to his restless soul, firmly believing that it was the only cure to his tensity. And she hated it... Eventually as time progressed, he began to realize that the toxic substance was nothing but inferior to his being and only caused damage to the dime. So he made a vow so true, that he would quite his revolting smoking patterns at once, and pledged that he would never lay his fingertips on the cylindered shape poisonous waste ever again .. And he succeeded to do just so... Well, until then... Of course "I've started craving for it 2 months back after our trip to Monte Carlo" He arouse from his sitting position that he remained in for the last 30 minutes. "It was the only thing that kept me sane" he narrowed hes eyes as the traces of smoke waft into the clefts of his eyes" I really wanted to stop Alesia" he lingered closer towards her stance against the cold gray coloured wall"but You make things so damn hard for me.. " She looked him fixedly into thee eyes, battling for the right words to leave her mouth... He disappointed her unreservedly , this whole entire time she had been under thee impression that he trully stopped smoking, practically feeling thrilled that he had the propensity to meet with his commitment, how little she knew, of his wrongful doings. She wanted to explode and tremendously share her thoughts and feelings to her deepest hearts content, but the darkness in his cold orbs, peircing into hers, scared her grievously. "you had alot to say earlier" he exhaled another clump of smoke "alot to do as well" a taunting devilish look emerged onto his face, as he touched the bruise on his bottom lip, gradually staring at the bright red droplet on his left thumb "and now you're tongue tied" He prevoked her... "what do u want me to say?..." a single setence forcefully spurted from her quavery lips, briefly trying her utmost best to contain the rest of her awaited tears from gushing out. "that im sorry for driving you back to your stupid smoking habits?! ." her voice jittered with every word spoken, finding it exceedingly hard to maintain a courageous front, "that im sorry for upsetting you so much?! " Hes perfectly carved eyebrows promply transfigured into a frown as the sudden burst of sentence caught him off guard and unexpectedly.. For a brief moment there, he felt in control, until her actions showed him differently. "well you're not so innocent yourself Stephen!" the tention grew between the two of them, stirring up a friction that was put to rest a couple of moments ago. "yeah, maybe im not!" he excessively bawled at her as he no longer could suppress his wrathful emotions "but you're the reason WHY I act out sometimes! And you know it!" Her heart constantly throbbing one beat after another,sweat cascading down from her forhead, as he moved closer and closer, close enough to stare down on her frigid body,inbreathing the striking aroma of his tobacco filled breath mixed with the provocotive essence of his mesmorizing after shave ,trailing up her nostrils. She was strung ... "you threw a glass at me Alesia!" he gestured towards the direction where the broken wall mirror was situated "and then you blame me for acting the way I do?" The awaited pools of crystal clear water that was sturdly stored up in her tear glands, slootched out instaneously. Her tongue was tied in a knot as she had no words to render, this time he had the last say" get away from me! " she forcefully shoved him away from her , accidently causing the lit cigarette to drop from his hand as she assertively budged past him. " Oh so now you're going to walk away in tears, making me look like the bad guy huh! " he shouted as she hurriedly prowled towards the exit of the living room, agressively using his right foot to stump out the burning cigarette that he flagrantly enjoyed so much earlier that evening. he felt infuriated beyond one could measure, she walked out on him during a fight,leaving him to dwell on the fact that she practically had the final say... he hated that with a great passion.. Always have.. " Go ahead! Fucking cry all you want!" the mascular tone of his voice filled the emptyness trapped inside the room"I dont care!" he added, fiercely slamming his fist into the hard surface of the concrete wall, screaming with rage. "fuck!" he cussed with exclamation as he noticed the fainted slits on his knuckles caused by the impact of the hard exterior, but strangely, the feeling of pain was abcent, he didnt feel a thing.. Adrenaline must've had him on that one.. Abruptly and frustatedly he ran his fingertips through his once well styled hair, plodding towards the gigantic sized window... he was hoping to find peace and comfort in the aspect of the moon, So he gaped deeply and observently with wondering thoughts, working through his muddled emotions with great complexity. A single sigh escaped from his mouth as he stared down from the skyscraper to the busy roads of New York City.. Everything was so alive and vigorous... while he on the other hand, felt like a burned out candle wick on a cold drafty evening. So he reached for his back pocket, flipped the seal...And lit one single tab... The only thing that kept him sane, as he said.. To be continued...
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