HE FOUND ME

I looked up at the slanting rays of the setting sun that gave a warm orange tinge to the sky. The sky was ablaze with the fire of the setting sun. I looked to my left, in an hour I have emptied two packets of cigarettes. My body was craving nicotine; the realise of dopamine in the brain was craving more dopamine. It's proved the longer you have been smoking, the more dopamine you need to feel good. You become dependent on nicotine.

I took the last drag of the roll between my fingers, my eyes bloodshot red from too much smoking. My head was a mess, and I left smoking as I was getting addicted to it but today it was different after so long I was feeling pain deep down there.

Among eight billion people I felt alone. The back of my mouth itching from too much smoking.

I was at my mom's graveyard. The only place left is my home. The place where I feel there's someone next to me. I often came here to organise my thoughts, for some reason being around deceased ones eased my mind.

My fingers