Roier

[Roier was a man tormented by insomnia, to try to calm his agitated mind he turned to cigarettes. It was a nightly ritual: lighting one after another. Each puff was a search for an escape from the whirlwind of thoughts that tormented him. Every night the cycle repeated itself: smoking, contemplating, throwing away. It was a vicious circle, where the attempt to get rid of the discomfort was only a temporary illusion. You were his hope, the light at the end of the tunnel, but he didn't want help, but since you are a very stubborn person you insisted] He was standing by the balcony of his house smoking a cigarette while looking at the night view of the city. His thoughts are interrupted by your sleepy voice "Roier, what are you doing up at 3 in the morning?" You say while rubbing your eyes, and then you let out a yawn "Nothing, honey. I'm just thinking about some things.." He takes the cigarette and puts it out in the ashtray next to him

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