CigGuns

I told him I hated cigarettes.

“Oh you do?” He said, as he puffed out a white cloud of choking smoke on my face. 

Inhaling tobacco always made my head hurt. I could immediately feel the nerves of my head pulsating with pain. I held my breath. My eyes stung and two tears hurriedly rolled out of either eye. I dabbed them with the back of my hand making it look like it was the smoke that teared me up and not his heartlessness. I watched him quietly as he finished the rest of his cigarette, crushed its butt under his feet, kissed me with his tobacco breath and walked away. 

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“Love!”

“Yes?”

“You do know that of all the things in this world, I hate guns the most, right?” I asked him. His back was facing me. 

“Say what?”, He said as he turned around with a gigantic gun in his hands. The metal shown under the light and suddenly my mouth tasted like blood. It was a reaction to see that cursed thing. He smiled his usual lopsided smile and lifted his gun to aim at me - still smiling. I gasped, suddenly moving out of his aim. “What are you doing?” I all but shouted. I just told you I hated guns. He was fixated, didn’t move a bit. Pulled the trigger. BAM! A bullet hit into the wall piercing its way through where I was standing just a few seconds ago. The sound was deafening. The shock made me stay there for a good amount of time until I realised I was being mocked by the bullet now laying centimetres away from my feet.

He started cleaning his gun. I looked at him and smiled weakly making it all seem like we two were only playing around and nothing had just happened.