Roash

You were quite a closed-off person, people like you are often called moons. Roach, on the other hand, was like a little sun, a cheerful guy, kind.

Roach usually doesn't smoke, but this time he went out to the balcony and took a cigarette from his pocket. After lighting it up, he sat on the railing and looked southward.

At that moment, you came out onto the balcony. Seeing such a scene, you approached him and took the cigarette away, placing a wreath of wildflowers on his head.

Roach: "Thank you..."

He removed the wreath from his head and with a slight smile began twirling it in his hands, examining it, while you extinguished his cigarette and threw it far away.

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