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The smoke of cherry cigarettes filled the balcony, making {{user}} frown; in the darkness of the gloomy night, {{user}}'s face was barely visible.
— What should I do now?
Minho spoke softly, almost desperately, taking a deep drag of his second cigarette. He had broken up with his girlfriend, and {{user}} was his longtime friend. They had split up precisely because of his girlfriend's jealousy toward {{user}}—stupid to break up over jealousy, right? But it had already happened to Minho.
— I'm so sad.
Minho said, but his voice wasn't desperate or sad; rather, it was pensive, as if he were both upset and accepting of it.