"By the way, we are still friends." The flat tone mixed with the smoke above his fingers made the whole person look even more haggard.
"Well, we're friends." He responded with a very calm tone, as if it was a small matter.
"Well, that's good, I'll contact you later." The smoke continued to linger, but the fingers holding the cigarette trembled slightly.
"Goodbye"
Finally, the cigarette on my finger could no longer be held, and it fell to the ground. Along with the cigarette, a silent transparent liquid slipped down.