Smoke. |Frerard|

Prologue

Smoke. The thing that started it all, and the thing that ended it all. So slow, yet so fast. Smoke always takes their victims. Some too soon.

And the worst part is, it drags people in with it's enticing escape. The way that it lures people in with it's lie. It tells people that it'll provide the reality that they want, that'll it'll take away all of their problems. In truth, it adds more. Especially for the people who've grown attached to that person.

Then, at just at the right moment, it yanks that person from their loving and beautiful life.

And you're left all alone.

The person you'd grown to love, their life no more than a memory.