Drabbles.

Luhan breathed in burning nicotine.

It took him a long while to swallow his first sip of piping instant acid.

He let out a breath of caffeine and fume.

Bitter.

He tapped the ash off his cigarette as he watched the sprinkles of grey dust fall into the porcelain pit.

He breathed in again, blending the after taste of caffeine and the choking cloud of indulgence.

Coffee didn’t quite taste the same now. It was smooth and rich; a dark kind of liquid that smelled like happiness. Agony-filled soul added up the bitterness in the mug of drug, Luhan no longer remembered the original essence of coffee, and he was practically living on shots of coarse acidity.

Luhan didn’t like the awful taste on the tip of his tongue, but it grew on him.

He did all the things that would remind him that he was still breathing and heart still beating, which would in turn remind him about all the torment he wished he could forget.

It was a long night. As paintbrushes dripped under his trembling grip, he hoped the colors would make sense to him, yet he could only see the diffusion of roses rendering onto his thick piece of texture.