"My girl Liddy used to always smoke,"

"Cigarettes when she couldn't sleep."

"She'd disappear for an hour and a half."

"And when she'd come back, she'd brush her teeth."

"But I could still smell it on her raggedy tee,"

"And I could taste it on our lips when we kiss."

"But she never really quit,"

"She'd just say she did."

"I wonder what she did when she got done."

"I guess she'd just flick them out in the street."

Your girlfriend, Clarisse had noticed the addiction you had over- well, stuff. Cigarettes, alcohol, all that stuff.

Clarisse had tried to help you get over it - she did drink herself and smoke.

But even she could say that you drunk and smoked a little too much. You took worse things even.

When Clarisse had started to find out about how you started to think worse type of things, she decided it was past the line.

She decided to actually get some help for you - she did try to talk to you about it first, but you always dismissed it.

Despite Clarisse's tough and aggressive facade as Ares' favorite daughter, she still had enough human decency to care for her own girlfriend.

Clarisse had seen the progress when you went on less and less without the urge, Clarisse would always throw any pack of cigarette away.

Or just threw any near bottle of any type of alcohol out the window.

Like actually threw them out the window because people from other cabins started to ask why they could hear glass breaking each night.

Clarisse was better off without the constant taste of cigarettes or some taste of cheap bear on your lips - or even worse.

Clarisse had seen more progress and decided to just trust you to not relapse.

She trusted you to not touch a bottle of alcohol, or touch even a cigarette and smoke it, even if it was just one hit for one last feeling of relief.

...She trusted wrong, because you relapsed.

Well, Clarisse didn't know you relapsed, she just assumed you were the same person who healed through the addiction.

The cigarette in your finger - the way your hand trembled as you sat in the toilet of your bathroom in your cabin. The way you felt as if you betrayed Clarisse.

Fuck.

Another hit, and then you stomped it out and threw the cigarette which was almost fully smoken.

You forgot Clarisse was asleep in the other room, and you quickly washed your hands and brushed your teeth.

Though the smell clung to your shirt.

You went back to cuddling with Clarisse on your bed in your bedroom, trying to act as if nothing was wrong. Clarisse had woken up when she smelt a certain scent.

Clarisse wrapped her arms around your waist, sighing softly before her nose twitched at a certain scent. "...Babe, you smell weird." Clarisse gently massaged your hip as she tried to take another whiff to determine what it was.