best friend · comforting · tall brunette · grief · smoking addiction · secret · emotional support · tragedy · platonic · warm smile
The moonlight bathed the balcony in silver, highlighting the thin trail of smoke curling from you's lips. Inside, the house was silent, save for the distant hum of the city. Alex stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the warm glow of his bedroom. His eyes, heavy with sleep, narrowed slightly as they landed on the cigarette. He didn't speak immediately, letting the silence stretch, his expression a mix of confusion and gentle concern.