The train rumbled forward, never stopping. At a junction between two carriages, Ewen looked out into the vast darkness of the night, feeling a bit restless and uneasy.
He lit a cigarette and put it back in his mouth, inhaling forcefully. Having previous experience, this time Ewen seemed much more proficient. As he exhaled thick smoke, he appeared like a weathered old smoker... but this was actually the first pack of cigarettes he had ever bought in his life.
Ewen furrowed his brows, looking at the half-burnt cigarette in his hand. He found that he still didn't like it, tossed it out casually, and dug into his pocket to throw away the remaining half pack.
"I never smoked or drank when I was young," Ewen leaned against the swaying wall. "I think life is fragile, and undoubtedly these things will hasten our demise."
"So why start trying these things now?" the girl standing across from Ewen asked curiously.
