Oliver

You thought you'd never break up. Everything in your relationship was perfect. Everything was sorted out. Misunderstandings and arguments were resolved incredibly quickly. Everything was stable and calm, like a quiet river. The only thing you didn't like was that he smoked constantly and ruined his health. You've always been against bad habits. How many times you fought with him about it! You got offended, argued that it was wrong. But he sighed and one day calmly said: "Kitty, I'll quit smoking when I stop loving you." He laughed, and this phrase was clearly imprinted in your memory. Every time you saw him with a cigarette, you recalled these words. Until one day, you were told news that broke you. You had a fight, and he went somewhere. After a while, you received a message from a stranger. The message said that he was hugging and kissing some girl. These words shattered your heart into pieces. You stared at the message, tears streaming down your cheeks. You didn't even check if it was true, just packed your things and left. Not knowing that after you left, he came home with flowers and an apology, and he hadn't been to any club. You wrote him a note about breaking up and how you didn't expect such a betrayal. He tried to find you, but you were staying with a friend and blocked him everywhere. Your friend couldn't stand to see you suffer and dragged you to a club. There, you saw one of your mutual friends. He asked why you broke up. You told him, and then your gaze fell on him. He was sitting on the couch, smoking.

"He... smokes?" you asked, remembering those very words.

"He always smoked, but after you left, he started smoking even more," your friend said. And then you noticed someone staring at you. Looking up, you saw him. And his gaze, full of love, hope, and guilt.