Hitori opened his closet and took out a roll of paper. He held it in between his teeth as he lit the tip with his finger. He grabbed the cigarette in two fingers, blew the fire, and pushed it back into his mouth.
He banged the closet door and rushed to the bed. He sat on the corner, inhaled, and exhaled the smoke while taking out the cigarette at the same time. He did that smoke thin again and this time, let out a satisfying exhale.
He brought the cigarette down, gave the tip a tap, and ashes fell to the floor. He dropped his head, still sitting, and closed his eyes. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw Kamiya's figure in front of him.
'So what? Will you sit and wait for the word about Reon's death from Onogi? Is that what you want to do? Sit and wait for her to die.'
Get away, Hitori said, seriously, get away from me. Get out of my head– you always come and mess with it. Just leave.