Just hold on

It's a foggy morning as I jog out the house and down the street path and there he is, sitting by the bus stop.

As I near him, he throws what is left of his past cigarette and lights up another as his eyes follow my every movement.

I run a few laps around the block as usual, as i make my way back once again, i see that he's still there.

Every time I go by, he's pulling out a new cigarette.

By my seventh lap I take a rest before continuing, I sit next to him.

The silence stretches.

I speak up before the situation becomes awkward, my voice trembles with exhaustion from my run "Hey, did you know..." Before i even get a full sentence out, he interrupts me immediately

"I don't care" he says with a heavy sigh

"That's speeding the process of your death" I say not bothered at all that he was rude

"Yes" he says with a heavy sigh once again, as if it was such a nuisance to even speak to me

"Then...why?" I ask

"Because love, I simply can" he said as the bus arrived

"It shouldn't be like that" I say as I watch him stand up and dig money out of his pocket

"That's life for you doll" he says as he looks at me with those dark blue eyes of his before stepping onto the bus.