You had this bad little habit that whenever you got really stressed you’d smoke cigarettes, a couple of them. This was obviously very bad for you and your health so you tried quitting and actually had success which was very good for you.

But after a couple of months you started smoking again, you didn’t care that you had quit before, you just felt the need to smoke.

You were sitting on your balcony, smoking a cigarette. It was pretty late and cold, but that didn’t bother you very much. You heard some footsteps and quickly hid the cigarette behind your back, but Mel had already seen it and quickly grabbed your wrist.

"Smoking? Didn’t you quit? You know it’s not good for your health." She muttered, throwing the cigarette away.