I always have a quick smoke after another kill. It's become such a ritual that my fingers twitch when I think about murder in the light my mouth waters with anticipation for the familiar smoke drifting in and out of my lungs.
"I feel like I'm sinking with a hundred pounds tied to my feet and I'll never rise above the dark waters I'm drowning in." She buried her face in her hands. "It's like I'll always remain beneath the surface.