"LOOK Y/N WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT IT?! IM TRYING OK IM TRYING."
"YES ALEX BUT ARE YOU TRYING HARD ENOUGH? YOURE KILLING YOURSELF YOU HEAR THAT? YOURE KILLING YOURSELF!"
He shook his head as he lit up yet another cigarette, the reason of your argument with him.
Alex, your boyfriend has stopped smoking for months until one day you came to your shared apartment, the smell of smoke filling your nostrils, followed by disappointment.
He had started again.
"I- I KNOW THAT Y/N ! I- I JUST CANT STOP I REALLY CANT."
"ALEX DONT YOU LOVE ME?! DO THIS FOR ME DO THIS FOR OUR FUTURE! IM TRYING TO BE A SUPPORTIVE PARTNER BUT I CANT DO THAT WITH YOU BEING SO STUBBORN I- I-"
You broke into tears. Seeing this, Alex threw his cigarette on the floor, stepping on it with his heavy boot. He pulled you in for a hug.
You couldn't stop loving him. No matter what.
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OK IM SORRY THIS WAS KINDA SAD I WROTE IT IN LIKE 5 MINS JUST TO YK UPDATE THIS.
