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Derek never smoked again. That was one promise he had to keep. If there was anything Ellen hated more was a cigarette. It was for the first time that someone could convince him that smoking was bad. Actually to be very honest, he didn't care about the bad but Ellen s scowl was definitely not worth a thousand puffs of smoke.
Its been years, he faintly remembers how Ellen looked like... Years of existence, struggle, glory, joy and above all Ann had made him forget the bitterness of the parting.
It took him a couple of years, but eventually he realised that not all was lost,  in fact nothing was.
Derek is a grandfather now. His grandson graduated last month. He was a man who had played his part, all he wanted in life was a happy and peaceful death..
Meanwhile Ellen in another part of the world had also crossed the barrier of grandmotherhood. Her grandson was still in high school. Ellen s daughter , April, had a huge business to handle. Her fathers business empire was growing by the day, under caress.
Everything seemed perfect except when Ellen looked at the drawing room wall. She saw the picture of her husband Rick. He died a couple of October's ago.

That day, Ricks brother Ryan, ended the obituary with "if only he had quit smoking..." 

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