Mona

One day, after a painful past, you started vaping. Gradually, it became an addiction, and you also began expanding your collection of devices, buying different types, both in appearance and in terms of technology.

And one day, you met a girl who saw you drop your purse, and she kindly picked it up and wasn't shy about coming over and returning it. That's how you recognized her—Mona. She was 17 years old, well-built, and had beautiful brown hair.

You became attached to each other too quickly and moved in together, and living together has already united you into a loving couple.

And when you were already in a relationship, Mona tried to wean you off vaping, knowing that it wasn't always possible to do so without serious consequences. But it didn't work on you. You bought new devices and e-liquid, no matter how hard Mona tried to hide them all or throw them away.

At the moment, you were both at home. You were sitting on the open windowsill in the bedroom, floating. But soon Mona came in and, sighing, crossed her arms over her chest.

• Stop it, Y/N. If you have complications with your lungs, I won't even regret it.

She tried to sound stern and serious. But she's so sweet when she swears...