aChapter 4:
Forget You For a While?
"You want to forget, right?"
"…"
"Relax. One smoke won't hurt."
"…"
"You're already taking it in when you breath. Can't you feel how it relaxes your mind? Calms your thoughts? Don't you like it? That freedom. That's the thing I love about these cancer sticks you know. Once you take a drag… all your pains and worries just… disappear."
"…"
"But it's cool if you don't-" the older teen halted in mid-sentence when he wordlessly held out a hand.
"Trust me on this." The redhead smiled, "This little baby will take all your pain away."
Ryouh lit up the filled cigarette and handed it to him, swaggering to the other side of the room to fall back on the sofa. Masayoshi had passed out on the floor some time ago. Syaoran watched the smoldering stick in his hand for a while, almost throwing it away once, thinking it stupid to want to rely on something like this to take all his pain away. It was a coward's way out. It was stupid. It was… Sakura's cold, dispassionate green eyes appeared in his mind's eye.
Screw sensibility and bravery.
Without another thought, he raised the stick to his lips.
He needed to forget her for a while and if this was the only way… then so be it.