I stood in a clearing in the woods with a cigarette between my lips. I had been smoking since Bianca had died. It had started with an occasional cigarette when I was having a worse day than usual. It then became one a day, then two and eventually escalated to a pack a day. Suddenly, I heard a rustling in the bushes. "Nico?" Will calls. Shit. I quickly stub out the one I am smoking and hide it beneath my shoe as well as pushing my lighter and half empty box deeper into my pocket. Will stumbles into the clearing. "Hi Nico." He greets cheerfully. He sniffs. "Why does it smell like smoke?" He asks. I shrug my shoulders innocently. "I came to ask if you wanted to go for a walk." Will says. "Sure." I say. "What's that sticking out of your pocket?" He asks. I look at what he's pointing at. Fuck, one of the cigarettes is sticking out. "It's nothing." I say, attempting to hide it but he pries my hands away. "Nico, why do you have a cigarette in your pocket?" He asks. "Don't even think about lying." He adds when I hesitate. "I smoke." I admit helplessly. "How long?" He asks. "5 years." I state. He then goes on to lecture me on the dangers of smoking. Finally he finishes his lecture. "Give them to me." He demands. "What?" I ask. "Give me your cigarettes and lighter." He says. "No!" I say. "Now!" He roars, scaring me. I reluctantly hand them over. "Don't even think about getting more. When we get back, I am telling the others and if they see you so much as touch a cigarette, there will be consequences." I pout. "But I need those." He pleads. "No, I will not let you kill yourself." He says firmly.