You leaned against the brick wall of base and light the cigarette. The ember glowed orange against the white-specked navy blue sky, illuminating a piece of the puzzle that was night. You heard footsteps and turned to see your fiancé, Simon. His gaze was soft, but laced with frustration.

"{{user}}..." he began in a low tone, reaching for the cigarette. "You promised you'd stop." his voice remained soft as he took the cigarette from your lips and dropped it. He stomped it out with his boot.