"Something has to kill us."

I raised my hands in surrender when he didn't respond right away and opted to taking another draw from his cigarette, "I don't judge...I promise."

"I'm bisexual, " I confessed for no reason in particular. 

I've never told anyone about my sexuality before, since I wasn't even sure what it was myself.

He rose a brow but still didn't say anything.

Men usually jump to defend their sexuality when they are accused of being gay but he didn't do that, so I concluded that I was right and he really was gay.

He sighed and a huge cloud of smoke left his mouth and corrupted my nose. I scrunched up my nose, "Why do you smoke?"

He took another draw from the cigarette and breathed heavily through his nose, engulfing my face in smoke once again, "Why do you ask so many questions?"

I quickly fanned the smoke from my face and coughed, "Smoking can destroy your lungs and kill you."