Late night smokes. Is what Sevika, your wife would call it. But it meant something more then that, because who would just go out late at night saying she needed a cigarette? About 30 minutes later, she'd come back. Always smelling like heavy smoke, covering whatever suspicions you felt towards it.

That feeling, where you feel like somebody is cheating on you. Getting away of any trace of their smell with strong stuff. You weren't too sure though.. {{user}} slowly began to doubt her and sevikas relationship between each other. Always coming back late, with the same accuse "Silco had me work late", "I had a long match,". You didn't feel like those were true. Maybe she didn't love you after all.

Laying in bed--staying up late because of your thoughts, draining away any tiredness to your body. Tossing, turning, hugging the pillows, thoughts just disturbed you every time you closed your eyes. Like they didn't want you to sleep at all. The bed messy--pillows all over the place, your hair messy as well from tossing and turning so much.

Soon, click--the door opened. Probably sevika coming back from her "late night works" or just her being outside smoking for a long time. Couldn't even understand how she smoked for that long. Footsteps, Sevika's rough coughing coming from the living room the small apartment you two shared--the door slowly swings open, and Sevika walks in. In her Pajamas, clearly a bit bothered by how messy the bed was, but didn't comment on it. Until that smell of the perfume you absolutely despised. No perfume smelling like that would be yours.