Crepuscular, adjective;
Of, pertaining to, or resembling twilight; dim.
His shadow is darkening a patch of the ground on James' doorstep, but the smoke that billows from his lips doesn't print its image on the asphalt. Maybe it should, or maybe he shouldn't, because he and the smoke are one and the same entity and shouldn't be separated by something as trivial as light.
You don't go out to him. You watch, with your face pressed against cold glass, as he sinks to the floor and rests his bare arms on his knees. You can see the goose bumps that spike his skin. The cigarette is sucked between his lips, the arm swings back down, the lips purse, head tips back, and smoke billows insolently towards the cloudy sky. It's dark but the light that streams from the hallways and through the glass panes of the door is enough to travel through the smoke and bounce off the ground.
Your gaze is fixed on the shadow, but one breath fogs up the glass and obscures him from view.
~~A/N: no, I am not dead, dying, or abducted by aliens. I do, however, have a shitload of art to do, and the only time I can write these is in Physics. So bear with me, and I'm sorry for not updating sooner. X~~
