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"How've you been?"

I jolt up from your question, not expecting that you'd reply and just talk to me like that.

I miss this. I miss this. So fucking bad. I feel like dying, but at the same time I feel so nostalgic. I would love to stay here forever, but my feet is aching to get out of here immediately.

Ah. The habit that you're pouting your lips when you're embarrassed, it hadn't changed since then.

This is bad, why do I feel like crying?

"You smoke?" You ask me.

What the heck is that question, Hong Jisoo?! Nevertheless, I answer anyway: "I just started. I— I want to quit though."

You scratch the back of your neck, letting your hair fall down to your eyes. "Sorry. I probably shouldn't talk to you anymore, huh?"

Huh?

Wait, don't leave.

I'm about to say something to you but the words never came out. The next thing I knew was that I was left inside the elevator.

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