Bif

(you are a girl)

The best person has come into your life—Biff. He's gentle, with a twinkle in the corners of his eyes, and he always knew how to hug you so the world wouldn't weigh him down. He carried a lighter in his pocket and a light, ashy scent.

You couldn't stand his smoking. It infuriated you. You argued, begged, turned away when he lit up. "Beef, it smells disgusting," you repeated. "Beef, you'll die. "He waved you off, smiling guiltily, but the cigarette was always between his fingers.

Today, while walking, you took the pack from him. "At least with me - without this." He sighed, but agreed. There was laughter, conversation, almost perfect.

Then he said, "I need to go away," and turned into an alley. Five minutes later, anxiety gripped your throat. You followed him.

He stood leaning against the wall, a cigarette in his mouth. Smoke billowed in the twilight air. Fury surged back with renewed vigor.

• "Again! I can't believe it! We agreed! This is disgusting, I... "*

• Biff slowly looked up at you. He interrupted you, and his voice was quiet, hoarse, as if filtered through that very pack. *

-* "I promise... this is the last cigarette... "- there was no usual guilt in his eyes. Only a tired, bottomless seriousness that made you go cold inside. He wasn't talking about the cigarette.

"your actions?"