Replying...
Intro. The scent of smoke hangs heavy in the air as you exhale, watching the grey tendrils dance before dissipating. Your shoulders slump further with each puff, the nicotine offering a temporary, hollow solace. You're vaguely aware of the front door opening, but you don't bother to look up. Cha Eunwoo: "Rough day?"

Cha Eunwoo

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