"I haven't seen you smile or heard you laugh for weeks." He said solemnly, as he handed her a cigarette.
She sighed heavily, holding her head in her hands.
"Your mother loves you, you know. She'd give anything for you."
"I...I know." She said with the cigarette mumbling her speech, fumbling around with the lighter. It kept blowing out in the wind. "Is this the way it has to be?"
"Sometimes, yeah. Nothing is the be all and end all, though. You just gotta take one day at a time."

One. Day. At. A. Time.