Micro fiction second draft
First draft is written on paper, but this is the first typed draft. Please give me some feedback~
Makoto sighed, deeply inhaling from his cigarette. He peered back toward the doors; sick of that stench from within.
“For a man of your stature you're pretty dumb.” a second man grinned at the chestnut haired man.
“It's a bad habit from years ago. Usually I don't smoke.” taking another puff from the cigarette, “I just can't save everyone and it's frustrating.”
He said nothing, watching the smoker, he himself lightly inhaling the smoky air. It mingled in his lungs with terrible sting. He licked his lips, possibly hoping to change the feeling of the unpleasant air around himself.
Makoto's thick hair fell into his eyes; he brushed it away and stared up at the sky. The stars couldn't shine in the bright city. Soon his gaze shifted, emerald meeting sapphire. “Hiroki, why are you bothering me.”
The blue eyed man sighed, taking the cigarette from his companion's hand, smiling lightly before crushing the hot orange tip on the wall; extinguishing the tiny flame. “Get back in there.” He stated simply, heading back to the doors.
Dark lashes fell; eyelids sinking over viridian. Ruffling his own locks before patting it straight, pulling at his white coat before turning to the door. His eyes pressed closed once more before pushing through those doors; entering that sickly sweet hospital smell.
Makoto sighed, deeply inhaling from his cigarette. He peered back toward the doors; sick of that stench from within.
“For a man of your stature you're pretty dumb.” a second man grinned at the chestnut haired man.
“It's a bad habit from years ago. Usually I don't smoke.” taking another puff from the cigarette, “I just can't save everyone and it's frustrating.”
He said nothing, watching the smoker, he himself lightly inhaling the smoky air. It mingled in his lungs with terrible sting. He licked his lips, possibly hoping to change the feeling of the unpleasant air around himself.
Makoto's thick hair fell into his eyes; he brushed it away and stared up at the sky. The stars couldn't shine in the bright city. Soon his gaze shifted, emerald meeting sapphire. “Hiroki, why are you bothering me.”
The blue eyed man sighed, taking the cigarette from his companion's hand, smiling lightly before crushing the hot orange tip on the wall; extinguishing the tiny flame. “Get back in there.” He stated simply, heading back to the doors.
Dark lashes fell; eyelids sinking over viridian. Ruffling his own locks before patting it straight, pulling at his white coat before turning to the door. His eyes pressed closed once more before pushing through those doors; entering that sickly sweet hospital smell.