Atop The World, Still In Hell
He took a last drag before letting the cigarette fall from his lips. It bounced off the cement and flew downwards. Looking up, he exhaled, the smoke obscuring the stars twinkling in the sky. He grinned, remembering a memory only meant for him. Softly, he began to hum a song, left to him by the past.
From his pocket, he withdrew a picture. He stared at the face, hoping for it to blink...Do something...Show some sort of life. When none came, he sighed and slipped it back. A wind blew from behind, tugging his clothes to take another step. He raised his foot when he heard it:
"Love..." He turned his head, knowing this is fake, but wanting to indulge himself. He saw her.
Hair perfect to him, never so if she had her way. Small curls at the edges of her mouth, seeming to be a coy, or perhaps an amused smile. Her eyes glinted in the moonlight, s