she then says to herself that there is something about the way a cigarette tastes when one's mind is anxious. laughing to herself she takes another deep drag. Fuck its cold tonight she grumbles aloud. finishing off her last smoke she gets up and goes back towards the house to go inside,but he's not in there and its painfully reminding everytime she walk's inside. it's too quiet, too real.she's all alone. she says to herself that  this house is a ghost of a home and realizes she can't bear   to open that damn front door right now.such a pitiful sight it really is,downing herself again she decides to go for a drive instead. upon gettin into her car she also realizes she has nowhere to go...