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The sun has long since gone down, not even a whisper of it floating in the sky, instead replaced by the song of the moon. Grey clouds swirled around the full moon, encasing it with wisps that hardly damped the shine it held. The shine, a glow that hardly wavered in the face of shadow, lit up the roof tops and covered them in a blanket of light.
It was two am. The only foreign light in the darkness was the red glow from the end of Tim’s cigarette, smoke billowing out of it all the same. His lungs burned in unison, ash falling onto the ground and being crushed under his brown boot.
Tim should’ve been asleep. Instead, he had the gentle breeze nipping at his already red nose and fingertips. He let out a small huff, black smog filtering out of his nose. It left a burning sensation. To anyone else, it might’ve hurt. To Tim, it was the comfort of nicotine wishing him a good evening.
He wasn’t sure how to feel about it. If he was someone else, perhaps he would’ve felt concerned by the comfort. Perhaps he would be shocked by his own actions; lazily leaning against the wooden railing with a cigarette in hand, eyes half-lidded and a blank expression on his face. He wasn’t sure who would be shocked, if they really knew him.
Brian, maybe, would be disappointed, finding out that he’d snuck out of their room for the fiery reprieve so late at night.
Toby would’ve joined him had he and Brian not given him a good helping of Unisom and shut the door without looking back.
If he was someone else, he might’ve been horrified at that. Maybe.
He took another inhale of his cigarette, watching the ink colored sky bleed with light.