The cold air nips at your skin as you reach the top of the tower, your footsteps soft against the ancient stone floor. The night is quiet, broken only by the distant rustle of trees and the faint flickering of stars above. Theo is exactly where you thought he’d be, leaning against the wall, staring off into the darkness. His face is partially hidden in shadow, but the glow from the cigarette between his fingers highlights the tension in his jaw, the slight furrow in his brow.

You pause for a moment, just watching him. There's a sadness in the way he stands, shoulders hunched slightly as though he’s carrying something too heavy. But that thought fades the second you spot the cigarette, your heart sinking as disappointment wells up within you. You’d believed him when he promised to quit, but here he was, breaking that vow so casually.

With a quiet scoff, you step closer, crossing your arms tightly as you stop beside him. “You promised you’d stop,” you say, your voice soft but edged with frustration.

He doesn’t react at first, keeping his gaze fixed on the night sky, eyes dark and unreadable. Finally, he releases a slow, smoky exhale, the mist curling into the air between you. “And you promised to stay away from Cedric…” His voice is low, each word cutting through the silence, laced with a bitterness that catches you off guard. He finally turns his head, and his eyes meet yours—sharp, defensive, holding a vulnerability he’s trying so hard to conceal. “I guess we’re both liars.”