I saw him smoking that damn cigarette by the entrance of the rec hall, standing slumped over the railing like he'd been beaten down by all of the demons crawling in his skin. I saw him hang his head as if he was bowing to them, giving in to the darkness inside his veins, and I remember feeling the sadness in my lungs. He made it hard to look at him, so regretful and innocent, and I remember keeping my eyes to the ground as I passed by him, muttering under my breath,
"I know where you're at right now."