Mamimi watched the drifting smoke linger, always leaving a distant trail to her life, her fingers, her lips.
As Mamimi's lips pursed, they kissed out a ring shaped, as she had practiced on her days off. Sepia memories faded back to her of the days when she would lay on sticky, raw grass with Takkun and promise him that she hadn't been smoking, despite the blatant reek it left that she could never seem to wash off. Looking back, it didn't seem that she had simply tried hard enough when she forced her skin to accept the pure soap that never quite got out all of the stains.
She watched the ring as it rose from her glowing light, and Mamimi took its reminiscent shape into account, a halo.
"Tch."
'Lord,' she had called him.
Despite the bitter taste that this particular breath had left in her mouth, she rather admired the perfect circle that slowly faded against the gray, washed skies above her. It seemed as though a small child had taken a straw and cheerily drank the color out of this world. Left behind were empty, colorful bubbles that held no flavor. Still, Mamimi continued to admired how the ring preserved its shape instead of fluttering to other forms. However, as she watched it, the perfect, divine stain rose, always kept on a thin leash of gray.
More and more, increasingly, hauntingly, the halo metamorphosed into a noose, held between her fingers. Mamimi's eyes slightly widened, and she felt her heart beat a bit faster. Through blurry, amber eyes, she could clearly see the notches and twists between twines and strings of rope.
Mamimi reached towards the ring, stretching her arm out ahead of her, only to cloud and swirl her mirage. The girl made more desperate grabs for the dissipating shape as it curled teasingly out of her grasp.
"How rude. How disrespectful," the girl thought as she took another long inhalation from her cigarette, her joyous stick of glowing, orange glitter.
It had been an angel's trophy, and she had destroyed it.
Yet again.
Mamimi dropped her cigarette onto cracked asphalt and crushed it under her sandalled heel.
A/N: Just because Mamimi's amazing. ¦D
I have an idea for a second Mamimi drabble oneshot, so expect that.
