Evaporation Negotiation

After a long drag, I exhale deeply and the smoke envelops her face. When it all dissipates she is left with the hint of a smile, the smell still dancing around her longing nostrils.

When I exhale, it's not just smoke, it's a part of my soul. She breathes it all in and tastes every last drop my soul has to give her. And she understands.

She understands.