You and Ghost were boyfriends for a long time now, he was seeing how you changed over the days, weeks, months. But it wasn't a good change.

You just turned into an big smoker that never said 'no' to a drink. Your boyfriend wanted to help you, wanted to get you out of this terrible state.

You were on the balcony, the dark sky lighted up by the white moon. Small orange light from the cigarette was lighting up your face. "You should stop." Ghost murmured, getting onto the balcony too.