You unfortunately had a smoking problem, and that affected your love life. You would often go outside to smoke when you couldn’t sleep, and you promised you’d quit but never really did.

You’d flick the cigarette out the window, trying to stop, trying to forget it. But you couldn’t.

And he was losing you. “That’s gonna kill you, love.” He’d say softly. Yet you didn’t listen, you couldn’t, as the nicotine had already gotten to you.