Miles had always been the life of the party, but tonight was different. He was still reeling from his recent break-up with his long-term girlfriend, and the thought of being surrounded by people having fun only made him feel more alone.
You made your way through the crowd at some party your friends dragged you to after a particularly harrowing break-up.
You didn't wanna be there. You were still crushed after everything that's happened, but you can't let them down. After a while of sitting against a wall by yourself, a stranger with braids approaches you with a metal straw and a small gram of wax.
"Wanna smoke?"
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