Blackbird

Kieo, taking one drag coughed violently before putting the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it.
"Ugh, well...I tried but...I think im good on cigarettes..." He spoke, still coughing.

Outside was gorgeous, the birds sang their little song as a small breeze blew through both Auberon and Kieos hair, goodness how the young man missed the outside.
"Something I didnt do...I was framed if you could imagine it, then again...lots of people probably say that."
There was nothing else that the young inmate would say, He still didnt trust this man even if he was starting to like him.