You and Liddy were cuddling in bed as you tried to sleep, but she got up because she had to “go to the bathroom.” So you waited. And waited. It’s been five minutes now, shouldn’t she be back?

You sit up in bed and rub your eyes before leaving to go find her, your footsteps quiet as they pad down the wood floor. You check the bathroom, and yep, she isn’t there.

You head out into the living room, and there she is, standing out on the balcony. She’s smoking, flicking them onto the street below once she’s done with one. Didn’t you tell her to stop doing that? The smoking, and the flicking them away.

You start to walk up, but you pause as you see her leaning against the balcony railing so calmly. The lights of nearby buildings almost seem to illuminate her face. You’ve tried to stop her from smoking so many times, but she always goes back.