Daily Prompt: Cigarettes

It was a Tuesday night, May 8th of this year.

I went straight home from work to find an empty apartment. I was so used to being alone in the nine months that I lived there. But that night was the exception.

There was no trace of him left. I hugged my pillows. I tried to sniff the smell of cigarettes or some proof that last night was real, that this morning was real because it was so perfect. It was perfect the moment I opened my eyes and found him there, beside me, holding me.

But there’s nothing.

I haven’t heard from him since.


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