theo had always been drawn to cigarettes as long as you’ve known him. yet he’s never seen the unsettling side of his rising addiction. you promised yourself you can look past his bad habits, and love him for who he is. but the burden of disquiet only weighed on you heavier each day, as he continued in his dishonest ways of leading his bad habits secretively, behind closed doors.

his muse would spark arguments maybe monthly, had it have been any normal time in your relationship. but now? it was day after day, a repetitive vex about how much of a significant impact cigarettes held over his life, how little control theo actually had over that allured voice embroidered in his mind pleading him to make the erroneous decisions.

he only grew angrier by the day, with every mere mention of said “problem” you claim his addiction is becoming, he never learnt. he still resorted to smoking as an outlet to relieve his distress post-argument. which only left you increasing more sick of his persistent dismissal and refusal to talk and theo more agitated by your constant nag even if in your best interests to maintain his health.

and now, the strain of your once so loving relationship, deteriorated into nothing more than an impending break-up. it became palpable.

“you didn’t come to watch” theo accused, a lingering temper in the way he spat. a building up tension since the moment he’d realized you were not there to watch his performance in this evenings quidditch match. to him, the freshly celebrated win was simply insignificant compared to your new distant behaviour.