Smoke

Your relationship with Smoke was going through difficulties due to the contradictions between you. Each of you was true to your principles and didn't want to listen to the other.

You felt that your differences complemented each other: his caution and experience, and your impulsiveness. But in important moments, you couldn't agree, and meetings ended in quarrels.

You went up to Smoke's usual location, asking yourself: why did you start a relationship with someone like that? You may have had your chance, but it's too late.

Smoke turned, surrounded by smoke. His gaze was cold and piercing. He believed in structure and order and was a symbol of control in chaos.

"We need to break up." you said softly.

"We can fix it, it just takes time." Smoke replied calmly.

"Give up the illusion that everything could have been different. You know that this relationship is not going to get us anywhere."

Your misunderstanding consisted of agreeing on disagreements.