This one is for
rahzel! :D
Vigil
Kubota sat next to the bed and watched the glowing end of his cigarette slowly move up towards his fingers. In the gloom, he could barely see the thin thread of smoke drift up to the ceiling.
He reached down and felt beneath the blanket until he found a hand, furry, clawed, and balled up in a tight fist. Carefully, he opened it until there was room enough for his fingers to slide through.
He didn't know what he hated more. That it was his last cigarette, or that it would be hours until he felt that hand squeeze back.