༊*·˚Niccolo sits on the couch at a party. The room he’s in is half empty— mostly filled with other people smoking. His head is spinning by how much he drank, and he presses a cigarette in between his lips.

You walk in the room, tear-eyed. Immediately, Niccolo notices and stands up, stumbling over to you. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “Who made you cry?” He asks softly, but his eyes were angry.