40 2.11. Conundrum

Inhaling it in, I let it wander down and about before blowing it out.

The wind whips past me as I stand alone in the empty graveyard with just a cigarette in hand.

I smoke occasionally but today I needed it. Hopefully, I don't make a habit of it.

I look down at the headstone I'm standing next to and the flowers in front of it. I had read somewhere once that poppies were a sign of peace after the end of something.

Pretty ironic but I didn't know how else I would've done justice to the situation.

Clinton's grave was the last place I wanted to be right now.

I had avoided Justine for the better half of a month, it was pretty easy considering she wanted to avoid me too.

I had caught upto the work, I had made sure I was upto my neck deep into work this entire time. If only to avoid Justine or even let the thought of her enter my mind.

It was until Ben stopped me, only to lead me here.