Images. Images of you. Of us. Of everything we were. Everything we could’ve been... The ache in my chest grows stronger, and in response I pull out a stick from my medicine box, light it and inhale all I can. The white smoke fills my lungs and numbs the throbbing heart beneath my rib cage. The one that’s beating for you. If only it knew what I had done. Then maybe it wouldn’t still be waiting. Waiting for you to comeback home. To me. To us. To the life we made together. I exhale and see the blur in front of me. It’s your favorite time of day. When the sun is barely up and the dew is still fresh. I look in front of me, fog in my vision, smoke in my lungs, and a cloud in my brain. Hazy are all my senses. I’m numb to the world, and to you. In this moment I can find peace. I exhale and take a deep breath in, feeling the cold morning air hit my lungs. Sharp, cold, and new. Old, but new. I remember the times we sat out here, waiting for the sunrise. Breathing in a mixture of the clean air and each other’s scent. At the memory, the throbbing comes back. This time in my heart and head. I take another drawl and feel the calming numbness return. One more memory comes back before I’m fully gone. It’s the night before you left, when I reveal to you the deepest depths of my soul. 
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” You struggle to say on the verge of tears.
“You never asked” I finally answer as I close the door. 
Knowing this as the end. It was never your fault we are strangers now, and so my heart keeps on waiting for your return. I smirk, a lone tear traveling down my cheek, before I eventually give in to dark, white smoke that has always consumed me.