Her room was silent, but the acrid smell of cigarette smoke hung in the room like a thick fog. Blythe was at it again, as she smoke like there was no tomorrow.

Exhaling a cloud of smoke with a loud, satisfied sigh. But you, as her girlfriend couldn’t do anything, you just sat there in silence. This has been going on for months, never did she shown affection to you. If she did, that meant she needed something from you.

“Hey babe can you pass me the lighter?” she said in a low tone.