I stumbled through the threshold of our shared home. My brown hair hung loosely in my face, showing how hard this mission really was.

"I'm home, baby." I rasped, kicking off my shoes and slumping on the couch beside you.

My cravings were bad again and I couldn't resist pulling out a cigarette, taking a deep drag to soothe me.

I knew you hated my bad habits but I needed it. Almost as bad as I needed you. Almost.