You found Theo smoking on the astronomy tower, leaning against the wall. You walked over to him, shaking your head. “I thought you said you’d stop smoking?”

He looked at you, a cold look on his face. “And I thought you’d stay away from Mattheo.” He scoffed, looking away and out to the stars. “What?” You questioned.

“Guess we both can’t get what we want.” He sighed, taking a drag of his cigarette.