Nicotine and Moonlight
Language: en
My boyfriend had a heavy nicotine addiction. I hated second-hand smoke and had talked to him about it countless times. But he’d just brush it off, or even grin and deliberately blow smoke right into my face. “Come on, baby, I can’t write my songs without a puff or two.” That was, until we moved into our new place, and during our housewarming party, we accidentally stumbled upon an old video of his first love. I watched him instinctively hide the cigarette in his hand, the burning sensation in his palm made him flinch. The engagement ring I’d dreamt of my whole life clattered into a…