Sitting on the sofa, he watched the girl helplessly and sorrowfully slide down the cabin door, collapsing onto the floor as if her bones had been removed.
He picked up a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag, fully inhaling that enchanting flavor into his lungs. It's said that the lungs are the most fragile yet vital part of the human body, but only when the taste of the cigarette seeped into them did he feel relieved. Even if his lungs had turned black, it wouldn't stop him from indulging in debauchery. He couldn't stand such pure innocence, wanting to destroy it thoroughly, yet when he saw her tears, a sense of powerlessness rose within him.
The woman from that night was not her; she was just a soul indulging under the guise of desire, a soul that couldn't possess such eyes.
Yet the Hughes Family was such a repulsive place; how did such a pure soul end up here.....
