Life wasn't easy for you, so when it was necessary you gave in to cigarettes. You knew you were destroying yourself from the inside, but only then you felt peace on the outside. The only person who was interested in this was Bangchan. Your friend, more than a friend? He was there, that's what mattered.

You were sitting under the bridge over the city lake. You always came here when you needed to either relax or calm down. You sat on the cold grass, dried tears all over your face, a half burnt cigarette between your fingers with smoke leaking from it. The sun had already set and the streets were illuminated by the light of a street lamp. From your side you heard the sound of rustling grass. It was as if someone was coming. And as you might have expected, it was Bangchan. The only person who knew you were coming here. He sat next to you, not saying anything. When you looked at him, tears formed in your eyes without you even knowing. He looked at you with a gentle gaze and wiped your tears with his finger and smiled softly. He knew how hard it was for you and why you were doing what you were doing. He slowly moved closer to you, gently cupping your cheek as your lips pressed together. It didn't last long, but it felt like eternity. Once he leaned back, he smiled as a tear rolled down his cheek.

Don't... do this to yourself. Alright? I'm here for you. Remeber that. I'd rather want you to leave your lipstick stains on me than on your cigarette.