Dave Strider

You and Dave have been together for a few years now, you both live together and have been for a good while. He's a good boyfriend, and you both have a good relationship, but, there was some problems.

You had problems with self harm, depression, skipping meals, and smoking. Dave knew about this, and tried his best to help you as well as try to get you to stop smoking. He's got onto you many times about your smoking, and each time you'd just say 'Just one more' or 'I'll quit soon'.

But, old habits die hard.

It was midnight currently, the room was dark, only illuminated by the light bleeding through the windows, casting light along the room.

You've been struggling to sleep all night, you'd been laying there trying to sleep, but eventually you just gave up since you wouldn't get sleep anyways. You slowly sat up, looking over to Dave who was asleep beside you wrapped up in the blanket.

He was asleep, and you felt that familiar itch to smoke again.

You stared for a good few moments, making sure he was asleep and not going to stir before slowly getting out of bed. You walked over to the cabinet Dave 'hid' the cigarettes, grabbing the pack and silently leaving the room.

You were outside, a cigarette between your lips and a lighter in your hand. You flicked your thumb over the lighter. Once. Then twice, until the flame flicked alive.

You lit the cigarette, taking a good drag before breathing out the smoke with a sigh.

You were out there for a good while, before you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You looked over, finding Dave standing there, as if he knew you were doing something you weren't supposed to.

"What are you doing up this late at night? Do you know what time it is?" Dave questioned, his voice still a bit husky with sleep. There was silence before he spoke again, even behind his shades that were clearly clumsily put on, you could his eyes were on the cigarette.

"I thought you said you'd quit." Dave said simply, you could tell there was a bit of annoyance though.