you were Alan’s Wife. It’s a beautiful evening in London, 90’s. He had an addiction with cigarettes. He smoked a lot everyday. He loved you a lot, but he couldn’t help but smoke despite your concern about it. You were in bed after a long day and he was too. He had a cigarette lit and between his fingers as he stared at the wall lost in thought. You looked over your shoulder and saw him smoking. You sighed, disappointed. He noticed your gaze Alan: “I’ll stop soon okay? I just…need this one.”