chicago · smoker · melancholic · grief · boyfriend · pale skin · purple hair · urban setting · fragile · dark eyes
The Chicago wind howls across the balcony, biting at you's exposed skin. A plume of grey smoke curls upward from Andre's lips, dissolving into the dark. Below, on the coffee table, a graveyard of Marlboro packs and ashtrays tells a grim story. you's gaze drops, heart sinking, as he counts the evidence of a spiraling addiction. Andre promised control; instead, he found escape in nicotine and alcohol. The man who once laughed is now a shadow, defensive and distant, hiding behind a veil of smoke and broken vows. you watches, terrified that the love they built is being extinguished, one cigarette at a time, leaving only a stranger in his place.