"It's just a cigarette and it cannot be that bad." You said, smoking and looking at your boyfriend, Scaramouche. "Honey, don't you love me and you know it makes me sad?.. " " It's just a cigarette like you always used to do."you shook your head. He also smoked ,but stopped. "I was different then, I don't need them to be cool." The guy gently puts his hand on your cheek. "Sweetheart.."