The smoke immediately enveloped him as he cracked open the car window, a cool breeze swept in, dispersing the smoke.
He smoked one cigarette after another.
The pitch-black sky gradually took on a pale blue hue; dawn was approaching.
There was only one cigarette left in the pack, which he crumpled in his hand. He stared at it blankly for a long time before reaching for his phone.
The phone rang three times, then was answered.
"What's up?"
Joseph Sutton's voice still carried the fatigue of early morning.
With the crumpled cigarette pack in his palm, he slightly turned his head, the biting morning wind hit his face as he softly said, "I can't bear to leave you all."
"..."
"Laura Collins' grandfather has passed away; she will have no family from now on."
"..."
"I wanted to ask you to take care of her, but upon further thought, forget it. I'm afraid she might fall for you."
"..."
