Writing prompt: He smiled and all I could think was, ‘Oh shit’.
We sat across from each other in the small room, clouds of smoke filling the empty space between us. I balanced what was left of the joint our small group of friends had been sharing, taking a long drag and holding my breath. Our eyes met and I exhaled slowly, plumes of thick white vapor rising from my slightly parted lips. Then he smiled and all I could think was, Oh, shit. This was it, I knew. I had spent too long wondering, plagued by curiosity, about how I truly felt for him. I was in denial. I was scared… Scared to feel, scared to open up. But here he was, this one smile no different from any other he’d ever graced me with before, and suddenly I was falling.
I slouched into the arm rest of my chair and sighed, the last bit of excess smoke trickling through my nostrils. I felt myself relaxing, easily succumbing to the warmth spreading through my chest like wildfire. It was too late. I had let the last brick of my long-standing wall fall to the ground, enough for the emotions to flood in and consume me. This was it. If this wasn’t the very beginning, it was the pivotal moment that I watched it all fall into place. There was no going back.
I took one last drag, smiling back at him with an undoubtedly enamoured look, and finally released the smoke into the air as I leaned across the room to pass him the rest of the joint.