From Jordan:

The tears came fast as he tried in vain to light a cigarette. His eyes clouded, his hands failed and three smokes dissolved in the wet of his fingers.

He stopped, took a breath and wiped his palms on the cold denim of his jacket. He managed to flick one to life and sucked back a lungful of fuck you and blew it back at the unblinking lights of tonight. He muttered to himself, as he looked back over his shoulder.

Not much sound anymore but the blood in his ears and his shoes, walking fast.