She watched the moon, cigarette in hand. "I wish it was always like this," she sighed, "It's so damn beautiful tonight." And it was: the stars were out, the sky was within her reach and the halo of smoke she had numbed the few last fears she had left.
Now there was nothing, whether she liked it or not. Not even a smoke could erase that. She took a deeper drag, hoping she might be wrong: nothing eclipsed her. There was no way to fight it anymore, and there was no need to.
She let the cigarette fall into the city lights and shut the window.