She never liked smoking. And yet she did, on this cold, cold night, in nothing but her panties and a Wifebeater.

Sitting on the Bathroom floor, she clutches her legs to her chest, inhaling, and letting it go - like she intends to.

Vices are never good. And yet they make you feel good - for all the wrong and damaging reasons.

She knew there was a reason she couldn't quit him.
Yet, like all vices, she knows she has to.