またね—

It's almost midnight. I lit the last cigarette left on the box, the second box. Feel the relief every time I blew out the smoke. A typical cold autumn wind in the middle of October, whacked on my bare shoulders. The faint sound of the train trapped by the glorious city lights as if it forces the people to stay sober. Unluckily it's not working for me. I lost my senses since the first time I came to this place. 

A long sigh out from someone's diaphragm behind me. He said something about the last train while throwing a (his) leather jacket at me. A mixed smell of minty vanilla and tobacco stifling at once. "at least to prevent you from the cold" he said, but what I really know is he hate seeing me in this black string dress. He came closer and hugged me tight while his lip pressed on my forehead. Silence scattered, from his head to my head, to our circumstances around. "I should catch the last train" I pushed him gently and walked away to the room. I went into a dimly lighted room and then left him alone with all his indescribable feelings and the hanging rope. "see you on the other side". Though I didn't see him, I know he was smiling. Still smoking the remaining cigarette while walking away from that old shabby look building. Looking back just to know how far I go. No, I didn't look at him, who cares I'm nearsighted. 

About all the things we have in common, only way to suffer is different. He loves to suffer and I'm impatient myself. The announcement of the last train resounded. Ah, this is the time. My final destination. As I plunged myself to the platform. The horn powerfully echoing in my ears. "see you on the other side".