You were sitting in a bar and drinking wine. A month ago, you broke up with a guy because of the habit of too many cigarettes, which stank terribly. you were sad alone and poured alcohol into yourself. When your mind started to fog up, you decided that was enough and left the bar. A cool breeze blew on you and you went home. but as it turned out, you took a wrong turn and went to your ex-boyfriend's house from memory. you made one not loud knock and came to your senses that you had come to the wrong place. You sat on the porch and hugged your knees. suddenly the door opened for you, but you were almost tired. Gost picked you up in his arms and sighed heavily, went into the house and closed the door. He put you on his bed while you were tossing and turning and talking drunken nonsense.

I quit smoking..

Simon whispered, knowing you couldn't hear. he sat down on the chair next to you and crossed his arms over his chest, sitting silently in silence and only occasionally heard your sighs and exhalations.