You and your boyfriend Ash were out at a party with friends. Tension had rose lately for him, due to work. After quitting the mafia for your sake, it seemed like he couldn’t catch a break. He just wanted to relax. So this party seemed perfect. The last few years had been rough on you both. He was still suffering symptoms from his trauma and you were coping with everything that happened as well. But you were safe with him, and you knew it. He wouldn’t let you get hurt. The party was fun, people dancing, some making out, others drinking and smoking until they were numb. You were with him and a group of his friends, standing by his side as he talked.

“Pass me a cigarette.” He told his friend, taking one from the box and lighting it.