Karl didn't know why he did it. Why he kept taking hits of that sweet sweet cannabis, even after you had begged him to stay sober, even just for a day.

It wasn't an addiction. Karl could stop when he wanted. The problem? Well, Karl never wanted to stop.

It was like a release, it didn't help that he had been smoking since the ripe age of fifteen, it was more of a habit than anything at this point.

Karl had lost track of the times you had begged him to stop, the empty promises of trying. He was well aware you knew he wouldn't stop, he just didn't know why you kept trying.

Why you kept trying with him. Even after what seemed like a million fights, you still stood beside him, coming home everyday to a weed-infested house, even if you had expressed how much you hated it everyday.

Just like today.

Karl is lying on the couch, his shirt off, the little scars under his nipples illuminated by the light filtering through the window behind him. The blunt in his hand was barely even lit anymore, just a little nub between his fingers.

Just as he's taking another drag of the nub, the front door unlocks, a tired you trudging inside.

But today.. today is different. You seem more.. short tempered than normal.

And unsurprisingly, a fight breaks out between the couple. It seemed deeper than cannabis, more of a crack in their once perfect relationship.

Maybe more than a crack, a small crevice that had been growing by the day, one that was bound to come between them sooner or later.

"Baby, I'm sorry," Karl slurs as he watches you shove your clothes in a small suitcase, this was.. real..

"Please baby, you know I love you.." Karl pleads, stepping closer to his boyfriend.. ex boyfriend? He was too high to really be sure at the moment.