bad habit | muke

four

"would you like to buy the big news, sir?"

a rough looking guy questions, holding a stack of magazines.

"oh, no thank you, i'm quite busy."

it took michael a while to figure out luke's new address as he walked down the street, not even a trace of nicotine around his mouth.

he had cured himself. 43 conifers street.

"oh."

michael whispered to himself as he found the door was already opened. so he stepped inside and observed the pretty conservatory before walking through to the next room.

luke had his lips pressed against a boy who wasn't michael, and had a cigarette in between his digits.