The air crisp and cold as you slept. You reached your arm to pull your boyfriend, Leon closer for warmth but he wasn’t there.

You aways knew he kept smoking. he’d never really quit, he’d just say he did. You saw him outside on the porch from your window.

You got up to greet him and to confront him about his problem of smoking.

“Leon?” You said quietly. The cold wind blowing your hair to the side. You’ll always worry about him. He only smokes when he’s stressed.