You were always known for a being a bit of a whore, basically, but in reality, you were just trying to get away from your own problems.

At the top of the astronomy tower, you were smoking a cigarette, silent tears ran down your face, mascara following. Suddenly someone came and sat near you, without saying a word, he was just a comforting presence.

“I’m Blaise, and i don’t want your services, just thought you could use some company.” Blaise said gently, not trying to alarm you.