Faruq's POV

Sitting at the edge of my bathtub, I stare into the dimly lit bathroom. The only source of light is a weak bulb casting shadows everywhere. Holding a cigarette between my fingers, I watch the glowing tip burn in the darkness. Inhaling deeply, the smoke fills my lungs, reminding me of what I desire. This simple act brings me comfort, helping me forget the past. I made sure the bathroom was always dark. There is this satisfaction I always derived from just sitting in the dark and staring at nothingness whilst letting the. . .