The Seventh Cycle.
One of the many cycles that I had experienced in the Will world.
Even now, I could still remember all of it.
*Puff*
The pungent aroma of tobacco that filled the air.
The smoke was warm and harsh as it entered my lungs. Lazily curling through the air, it left a lingering, acrid scent on my clothes and hair.
A slight burn lingered at the back of my throat, coating my tongue as a sense of calm took over.
It was a cycle that I would never forget.
.....In that cycle, I indulged in the past.
Relished the sense of calm that the cigarettes used to bring me.
But that wasn't all.
*Sip*
Gripping the coarse-textured glass, I slowly savored the warm burn spreading down my throat.
It was similar, yet different.
"Haa..."
I remembered sinking into the sofa.
It embraced every part of me and dragged me deeper into the sweet comfort and allure of it.
