Kaden took a slow, long drag of his cigarette. The smoke pricked his eyes, but filled his chest with polluted air. The burnt flavor permeated his tongue. The narcotic that he used to be addicted to no longer tasted the same. There was no sweet release. No calming effect. The cigarette only made the situation worse. He was suddenly reminded of something else he was addicted to. Her lips, her touch, her words, every part of her was ingrained in his mind.
Kaden leaned against his car. With his gaze up at the sky, his black suit tight on his biceps, he witnessed white birds flying too high to the clouds.
"She wants to spread her wings," Kaden murmured to Sebastian.
Sebastian tilted his head in confusion. He peered up at the sky and squinted to the glaring sun. He hated the outdoors, especially the irritating heat.
