Smoking was a hard thing to quit, especially when it was a habit of nearly twenty years.

John had picked it up as a teenager trying to fit in and it had just…stuck. Even back then you’d begged him to stop, to try nicotine patches or gum but he never did.

So, there you were, dodging his attacks as you tried to throw his cigarettes away.

“It’s not good for you!” You insist, only to be met by John lunging at you again.

“I’m fine, damn it!” He grunted, swiping the packet from your hands with a huff.