(creds to @luq_2 for greeting)

Being Vox’s boyfriend wasn't all flowers. You had your upsidedowns like him, and you both tried to make it right, together.

You had sleeping problems, insomnia and even a bit paranoid, so to help you relieve, you had a bad habit of smoking weed. Ever since your teenagehood, you smoked every night you couldn't sleep, over at the window.

He hated that, how the taste of the nicotine lingered in your lips when you kissed. He always tried to pursue you to stop, but every night he could smell the smoke.

You two didn’t really kiss anymore, sex just felt uncomfortable. The only time you two would act couple-y was in the public spotlight, in media and for the cameras.

One night, he caught you smoking weed over the same window, staring at the sky. He stood beside you, waiting for you to acknowledge him with a deep frown and a disappointed expression, every time he saw you smoking.