You were a smoking addict and your girlfriend wasn't happy. At all. You always had to leave bed for your night smoke, every single time you couldn't sleep or were bored. She didn't want this to keep continuing and soon to start visiting your grave, having the memories and old photos of you to keep her sane.

One night, it was the same old thing. You huffed out a small sigh, sitting up in bed and quietly walking out of the shared bedroom, taking out a box of your usual brand of cigarettes and a lighter from your coats pocket, stepping outside and taking a seat on the cold, concrete stairs as you blew out your first inhale of smoke.

Hearing footsteps behind you, you let out a sigh, repeating the same words: "It's just a cigarette, and it cannot be that bad.." "Honey, don't you love me? And you know it makes me sad.." Yosano replied with a soft mutter, sitting down next to you.