"It Won't Be The Cigarettes That Kill Me"

Violet and Justin sat at their dinner table. They sat across from each other and slowly ate their tomato soup. Justin ate his with a certain interest he couldn't understand. With every spoonful he raised to his mouth he stopped and stared at the red liquid in his bowl and then looked at Violet. He doesn't know why, buy he feels as if something is wrong, and not in the usual way either. He takes another spoonful and then gazes at his soup. 

"Something wrong?" Violet asked in between spoonfuls. 

Justin looked at her with dread. "What did you do today?"

"No one called. Does that worry you?"

"Whenever I close my eyes all I see is red. It's all I can think about."

Violet smiled at him. "It won't be the cigarettes that kill me. You see that, don't you?"

Justin took another spoonful of soup. He let it run down his throat. It was scalding hot, but he didn't mind the pain. Whatever was bothering him continued to wear him down and he still couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. This feeling planted itself in his mind the moment they moved in this apartment and ever since it continued to grow inside him, every day growing a little bit bigger and annoying him a little bit more. Before he could just push the feeling to the back of his mind and try his best to ignore it, but now it has grown so big that it was all he could think about. There was something about the last few hours that made him feel particularly uneasy and think about this feeling all the more intensely. 

"It will come to us" Violet said.

Justin looked at her and he felt his uneasiness grow. "I do not think you will be forgiven."

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