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I could only look at Van who had been crying for a while. I could feel the sadness he was feeling. He was sitting on the floor and leaning against the railings of the rooftop while drinking the wine he had taken from me earlier.
I don't know why I feel sorry for him. I also don't know why I hurt him.
"That's enough." I acted Normal. I snatched the wine he was holding. He laughed and closed his eyes.
"What's wrong with me?" He suddenly asked.
'No, there's nothing wrong with you Van.'
I did not answer.
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