He was smoking rather quickly, burning through ten cigarettes in less than half an hour. It seemed that only by forcefully inhaling the nicotine trapped in the threads of the tobacco into his lungs could he numb his nerves and lessen the pain in his heart.
"I've decided." As the cigarette in his fingers burned out, Liam Yancey finally spoke. His voice was completely hoarse and coldly oppressive, sending chills down one's spine.
Blake Yancey frowned at him without saying a word; he had already guessed what his decision would be.
"..." Liam Yancey didn't continue speaking immediately, instead, he fell silent, standing quietly with his dark eyes directed at the window.
He seemed to be lost in his thoughts, and even when the stub of the cigarette burned down to his fingers, he didn't notice. It was only when he felt a sting that he glanced down at it, but he didn't discard the cigarette, allowing it to continue burning into his fingers.
