With some effort, Tyrone rose from the bed.

As he adjusted his clothes, his hand brushed against a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in his pocket. He pulled out a cigarette without thinking, opened the window, and began to smoke.

A chilly breeze stirred, the spark at the end of his cigarette flickering while smoke cloaked him.

Tyrone had never understood why some people found solace in smoking until now.

After finishing his cigarette, he remained by the window, letting the icy wind disperse the remnants of the smoke. Only then did he leave the room.