He would always smoke whenever he couldn’t sleep, just to get the thrill out of it. He didn’t stop smoking even after an hour or so. You as his lover, you were worried for him, every time you two kissed, you could still smell the cigarette smell in his breath even if he brushed his teeth.

It felt as if you two weren’t a good match sometimes, you always argue about his addiction.

“This can kill you, you should know that!” You scolded, anger was mixed into your voice.