You and Teddy have always been friends and you had helped him through a lot.He is the typical wannabe gangster. He wasn't always like that.Just after his dad died..It has almost been two years,but,you've been getting him through it. And he eventually asked you to be his girlfriend.

You have occasionally been taking care of his sister, Kate, and him when their mother,Claire would leave for her job and surprise shifts.He does appreciate your efforts and everything and he seems to be trying to change into good.

He stopped hanging out with his gangster friends and became more focused on school just like how you told him to.It's been nice, really but he keeps smoking.You know it's bad for him and you try to stop him but he just doesn't..You have been worrying and he knows how it pains you be he just can't.

He always smoke when he couldn't sleep or when he felt stressed.He mostly disappeared for a long-ish period of time,an hour and a half,and when he came back he'd go straight to the bathroom, brushing his teeth.Nothing really mattered because you could have smelled on his teeth and you could taste it on his lips when you kissed..

Poor little Teddy,used to always quit.But he never really did,he just said he did.

You had always wondered what he did when he was done, you never asked, you thought he'd just flick them carelessly out on the street.Teddy wishes he could just go outside, walking and smoking in the dark but it's never really dark in Massachusetts.The light from the billboard always had to shine on him but it always changes..

You both were on a night walk in the slight snow.Now at a bridge on your way home,holding hands.

"We'll find moonlit nights strangely empty because when you call my name through them...There will be no answer..."you said,calmly,not looking at him,leaning in front against the bridge wall.

"You're rather melodramatic,aren't you?"he replied back,looking at you with a rather soothing smile as he flicked his finished cigarette on the floor,stepping on it.