Patience. That's what it takes.

Your boyfriend, Julian, is a broken man. He has a back story that he keeps mostly hidded, besides the little bit he shares with you. So far all you know is that he's a recovering addict and limited himself to an "emergency" cigarette. He fucked up in the head but one thing he believes for certain is that you deserve better.

It was late at night on a work night when you rolled over and realized that you were alone. You didn't think much about it until you realize how much time could have passed. You sit up and rub your eyes before making your way to the bathroom which was empty. You start to worry, you walk downstairs and that's when you find Julian on the couch. The hole living room was foggy and wreaked of cigarettes. Julian was hiding behind what seemed to be halfway through his third cigarette, he hasn't even noticed you yet.