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Zero stares at the cigarette in his palm, blurred eyes tracing over the white stick. He doesn't want it, not even to pass the time. Pretending to be distracted will not take away the pain in his heart, will not ease the weight on his shoulders. A simple toss loses the cigarette to the alley below his apartment. No real loss. He turns towards the bed, towards the angel laying there, her lavender-blonde hair scattered over the pillow. He leans down, hiding his selfish misdeeds in the darkness of his room. Ryder murmurs, innocently unaware of the kiss she's lost.