"Pufff… wheww"
Johan let out the grey smoke of the cigarette, his left hand in his long coat's pocket, sucking on the cigarette like it was Beatrice's lips.
His expression grew solemn watching people dance, as he stood beside a normal-looking eagle, leaning his back against the stone wall.
Kirin and Sebastian—Sebastian held Kirin's right hand with his, while holding her waist with the other, dancing peacefully to the soft beat.
Stars were still glowing, but most of the people had already left, since this was a daily occasion for them, leaving only the tourists and shopkeepers still enjoying themselves.
"You swore, James, that you won't ever smoke again! You know it causes lung cancer, then why—then why do I always find a pack by your bed?" Clara's sharp, angry voice—filled with worry and sorrow—rang in Johan's ears as he stared at the burning cigarette slowly getting shorter and shorter.
