Chuuya had been your girlfriend for a few years now. Your relationship was the best you could ever imagine—she was everything you could ever wish for in a partner, and you could never feel more grateful and lucky to have her by your side. You had never complained about anything when it came to her, except for one thing: the fact that she smoked.

Even though it wasn’t all the time and you knew it was her choice, you couldn’t help but feel your chest tighten every time you saw her smoking, knowing she was harming herself with each puff she took. You had talked to her about it on several occasions, and it seemed like you had finally convinced her to quit. It had been four months since the last time you saw her smoke.

It was a Friday night, and you had gotten off work much earlier than expected. When you entered the house, you immediately noticed a familiar scent lingering in the air. Slowly, you made your way to the kitchen, only to find your girlfriend with a cigarette between her lips, absentmindedly smoking. A freshly opened pack of cigarettes lay on the table. The dim kitchen light was the only thing illuminating the apartment, while the sunset painted the horizon, its soft glow filtering in through the balcony doors, creating a nostalgic atmosphere.

"Oh...hey, darling…”