Having left the bar at 5:41 in the morning the streets were empty. Narrow and dimly light roads were what faced me on my journey home. Observing my surroundings and seeing nothing I light a *** concealed within my inner jacket pocket. I don't know why I still checked, she was gone there was no need to hide the fact that I smoked. As I sucked on the end of my cigarette a small amount of relief flew through my veins and spread around my body. I moved forward and began to walk home. The night was the same as any other around here, cool dark and mysterious.
CLANK!
I heard something hit the ground. It made a metallic ping as it did so. My neck quickly darted around, as I examined my surroundings fear pounced at me. Only shadows surrounded me, perhaps it was a cat?
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