The clock had stopped at 12, yet time flew. He knew the exact time when the clock had stopped but he did not know when his life came to a stand still. Through the fumes of smoke he could see that smile , that one smile his heart been aching for, maybe for years now. The smile that had touched his soul. He remembered the chestnut tree , the summer breeze and the enchanting smile that took his breath away. A myriad of emotions flooded over him as he smoked. He thought he was burning memories. But that’s the thing about memories you only burn yourself by trying to burn them. They are always safe somewhere deep within your soul , your heart. He had sewed his lips shut just like his heart in which she remained untouched and pure.
The fuming smoke from the cup had an aroma of the by gone days. She closed her eyes and travelled to a world not known by anyone, limitless and boundless. She was bubbling with happiness as his eyes followed her. She wanted to get wrapped in his arms, that was her solace. The warm liquid burnt her lips,the cup slipped from her hands and crashed on the floor.And she realised reality does hurt. She could not hold or hug the memories but could only feel the void that could never be filled. There were things she always wanted to tell him but she was scared and her voice faltered.
She knew he loved smoking and she was just one of those cigarettes he burnt daily. And he knew he was just another cup in her life that would crash on the ground. They were perfect for each other, lived in each others thoughts but never met.