Just like always.
Sitting in the same seat in the coffee shop I often go to.
I smelled that disgusting smell of smoke again.
It comes from nowhere, it's so smelly, so hurtful, so addictive, so scary.
He was the same, so ruthless and hurtful, but I will never forget him for the rest of my life.
I looked at the pedestrians passing by in a hurry outside the French window. Maybe he was among these people?
But I didn't want to look for it. I waved my hand in the air, trying to drive away the annoying smell of smoke.
Maybe this is the only way to stop bringing him into my world.