Mime finished changing into her pajamas and walked over to the balcony, searching for her wife. She spotted Psychic leaning over the railing, a cloud of smoke drifting away from her mouth.
"Are you coming to bed, dear?" She said softly, not wanting to scare the taller woman.
"I'll... I'll be there in a minute." She replied, not turning around to look at her wife.
"Okay... don't be doing that for too long."
Psychic waited for Mime to leave to continue.
She didn't enjoy smoking, she never was proud of it, but she's been addicted since she was 15. It's been hard trying to let go of it. She knows it's not her fault, it's her parents fault for giving her a cigarette in the first place. Her parents always smoked and did drugs, they never were there for her as a child. They were either gambling, doing drugs, smoking, or drinking. Never taking care of her.
She looked at the cigarette, and back at the sky.
"Just a few more minutes."
—
Psychic put her toothbrush away and walked over to the bed, wrapping her arms around Mime's waist and nuzzled her chest.
"Hey, is everything okay now love?" Mime asked, placing her hand on Psychics head and running her fingers through her hair.
"I don't know. I'm scared to sleep. I keep having the same nightmare over and over again." She said with a shaky voice. "I know. But I'm here. Your parents can't do anything to you anymore. I promise. Now how about we go to sleep dear."
"Okay, goodnight dear, I love you."
"I love you more."
—
And that night, Psychic didn't have any nightmares.