“You got the wrong person”, her husky voice wafted through the railings of the balcony. The air she breathed out smelled of apricots and cigarettes and he wondered if it would have felt the same way if he casually took a taste of her lips. His legs were glued on the same spot he had been standing for the last two hours, yet his mischievous mind had long decided to wander around in different places, far away of his primary intentions. Still, he did nothing. Girls with an inferiority complex were never a speciality of his and secretly, he did not care enough to face the consequences. A pack of Lucky Strike blocked his sight and he instantly knew that she was the one. Nobody except that man’s daughter, herself, would carry such an expensive thing and generously offer it to a stranger.
Refusing her offer with the back of his left hand, he politely smiled and pointed the black-white wristband he was wearing.
“I’m on the verge of quitting.”
“Good for your health,” she calmly replied, “at least one of us will survive long enough to see our grand-grandchildren”. He watched her taking long breaths out of her cigarette and blowing the greyish smoke out.
“Trying to approach to me would be a waste.” her words filled in the gasps between the fumes that she had just created. A smile rested hidden on the corners of his lips.
“I’m not sure that I’m following.”
Hearing his answer, for the first time since the beginning of their little talking, she lifted her eyes and her gazes burned holes on his skin like the hell-fires.
“Don’t play games. I don’t like it, don’t deny your goals either, I know that you have been watching me.” She tapped lightly on the top of her cigarette with her index finger and went on as the ashes flew away to meet the land thirty feet down. “But I advice you not to do it, there will be no results.”
He sighed and took of his wristband, then picked a single cigarette out of her pack which had been lying forgotten on the railings. If she had already seen through him it would be a waste to miss that smoke.
“You know,” she said after a second of hesitation, “ for years I had been wondering the reason of my father’s coldness.” He crouched on ground with exhaustion, his back turned against her and his legs lazily stretched towards the entering of the balcony. If she had decided to utilize him as well, it was going to be a long ceremony of confession.
“Today I’ve learned, that I had killed my mother in a way.” He gazed her over the screen of his cellphone; her eyes were just as calm as before and she seemed untouched by her own act of revelation. There were no signs of regret nor a sole sign of guilt written on her face.
“So yeah, you’ve gotten the wrong person.” He inhaled one last time and stood up. She was right, he had gotten the wrong person, she held no help, she would be a useless step to take on the path of his elevation.
As he closed the door behind him, she lit one more cigarette; to shorten her life and to forget.
