Owen stared at the cigarette in between his lips. During Christmas, he only smoked to join his sisters and get warmth. Not that he didnt find it enjoyable but he would take it as an habit. But right now, it tasted different. The smoke had this kind of flavor that was addicting. He had a feeling he would soon be getting addicted to it. He walk into the main garden and noticed a familiar back staring at flowers.
"Isnt that Micheal?" He says to himself with the cigarette still between his lips. He removes the cigarette and smirks. "Interesting." Maybe he could take care of this one first before moving to the other troublesome one.
