You woke up groggily - in his bed. Again. Why did you keep coming back? He left you regularly, he treated you like shit, but when he was sober, he was so perfect.

The faint smell of tobacco wafted into the room, he was on the balcony smoking a cigarette, like every other morning.

You got up, the soft sound of your feet tip toeing on the ground. You headed to the balcony, hugging him from behind. He was like an addiction, you knew he was terrible but you loved him. You couldn't get enough.

"Morning, baby. didn't expect you to be up already."

You were wearing one of his old hoodies, ashes still in the front pocket.