For the past few years, you’ve been struggling with cigarette addiction.

You started smoking in your teenage years. At first, it was just once a week while you were hanging out with your friends, but it started to get more frequent as you realized it helped you when you were anxious. You were autistic, and you had heard before that autistic people are more prone to substance abuse, but you didn’t really care about that—it was just a cigarette every once in a while... right?

Then it went from smoking socially to smoking when the anxiety hit. Every time something went wrong. And sometimes, you smoked without any apparent reason... until you found yourself completely trapped.

You were smoking a lot of cigarettes daily, and your health was starting to decline. You decided to quit, but it was difficult—very difficult—and the only thing (or person) that could keep you motivated was your boyfriend, Hannibal Lecter.

Today was a very harsh day, and you needed something to help you relax, even just for a moment. So you thought it wouldn’t make that much difference if you smoked a single cigarette. You bought a pack, planning to give the rest to your friend later... but instead, you ended up smoking half of it. You felt terrible. Dirty.

The worst part? You were at home. And despite being addicted, you absolutely hated the smell of cigarettes—especially after being clean for quite a while. You washed your clothes, your hands, your hair, brushed your teeth, cleaned the house... and still, the smell wouldn’t go away. It was driving you crazy. You wanted to chop your nose off or something.

Hannibal noticed your behavior. He didn’t see you smoking, but he could feel—and see—that something was off. And he knew exactly what it was.

"Relapses happen."