I clamp my lips shut, smacking my hands over my mouth to stop the smoke from staining his beautiful face. I saw his eyes widen just a fraction, before returning stoic like it had never happened. My lungs continued to convulse smog. His hand reached towards me, pulling my hands away that covered the lower half of my face. He braced the back of my neck, breaking the distance until his lips hovered right above mine. His eyes were lidded, looking at me with a steady gaze. Smog puffed quickly from my nose and mouth fanning his pale face giving my nervousness away. I turned my face away from him as I heaved another cough, but he gently turned my face to look back at him. He placed another hand on the side of my face and tugged the hand on the back of my head so that there was merely a sliver of space between our two lips. He titled his head, and drew in a deep breath, pulling the dark clouds from the pit of my stomach.  With every breath he drew, it felt as though he drew every pain and burden buried deep within me, every secret revealed. I felt like I was floating above ground. For the first time, it felt like I could breathe.