PitBabe series2

It's been too long since he hugged me in the convenience store, and someone said a word.  

 

"I understand that you must have a lot of things to talk to Way, but I don't know how to tell him," I said flatly. Both arms were still on my side. Of course, I didn't hug back. Even though I didn't push away as I thought I would normally do, I haven't lost my mind enough to hug strangers everywhere.

 

"What did you say?" Way's friend asked back. Listening to the tone, he must be confused. But even more confusing is why he hasn't stopped hugging me.

 

"I'm not sure how people communicate with spirits. I'm a general practitioner. I've never taken a shaman course." "This is you..."

 

"I'm not Way, in case you still can't see it," I smiled at him while the handsome young man was staring at my face like death. His sharp eyebrows furrowed until they almost became a knot in the middle of his forehead. Look at the reaction of the acquaintance I knew Way when I met. I was shocked, like a ghost, and made a face as if I were reading an Olympic math problem. "But I understand if I say something wrong because you are not the first person. I said the wrong thing when looking in some mirrors, too."

 

"What are you talking about?" He kept looking at me like something I was discussing was not in my head. So he said, "How can you not be you?"

 

"Before wondering about this, don't you suspect the dead will come to stand? How can you talk to me like this?"

"Huh?"

 

He seems to have lost his mind. He doesn't know what to talk about. Now, in my head, if I walk into debt, will it be okay? Because I don't know how long it takes to explain to this man that I'm not his beloved Way.

 

"I know who Way is, but I'm not him." This should be an easy-to-understand sentence. Finally, I hope this young man is as wise as he looks. "My name is Chris and...I don't know if it will make you feel more comfortable, but I know Charlie. Oh! Babe too"

 

"Your.. Not Way?" He is starting to realise more.

 

"Yes, I apologise."

"How is it possible?"

"What should I answer? A separated twin?" I laughed, but Way's man didn't understand my joke much. He didn't even twitch the corners of his mouth to please me. "I don't know either. I just returned and found someone who looked shocked, like he had seen a ghost, and called me Way."

 

"So, how do you recognise Way?"

"I don't know him at all. I started to get to know him when everyone called me Way."

 

"He's dead... Two years ago."

"As far as I've heard, that's it."

 

His face still looks confused, but those gloomy eyes are enough to tell many things. It wouldn't be called feeling guilty, but I feel a little sympathy that I just took a big hope out of his chest. 

 

Just now, he looked pleased to meet Way again, to the point of confessing his love and dreaming of starting anew. I stood quietly and finally broke his heart with cold blood. But of course, that's not my fault. 

 

If I'm to be right, I have to say that it's his fault more than acting like a bastard two years ago. Listening to the delusion just now, I don't have to tell you that I know this man has been living in the past for two years. Every day, he would sit down and write down the program. 'The story I want to go back in time to do it when Way was still alive, ' and then he smashed his head and scolded himself like a loser. Hmm...

 

Yes, this word. In addition to clinging to the past, he is also the one who waits until it is too late and then thinks about it. Which is considered one of the types of people that I don't get sick with.

 

"I'm sorry." When he regained consciousness, he bowed his head and apologised to me. The distance between us became greater. It seemed that he suddenly thought he wanted to be careful with me. "You like him, so I..."

 

"It's okay. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"I'm sorry I hugged you."

 

"This one is fine, too. No one has been hugging me for a long time."

"Yes?"

 

"What's your name?" I pretended to change the subject. At the same time, I had to try to hold back my laughter. With a confused expression like his lost puppy, "What should I call it?"

 

"Peak.. Pete," he stammered. That nervous attitude seemed at odds with my initial image of him. He will be a big, confident, and calm man.

 

"Are you a racer?" I continued to ask. "I see that I know the racers."

"No," Pete shook his head slowly. "I'm a sponsor of Team X."

 

"Oh, does that mean you are wealthy?"

"Uh..."

 

Rich people are always like this. They like to be embarrassed to say that they are rich. Some say that people born rich often do not realise they are more than others. Because they think that what they have is a fundamental matter that everyone has, wherever you listen to it, I want to vomit everywhere except that person will be locked up in the tower since childhood. Never come out to step outside the royal palace. I never believed they would be so stupid as not to know that the area they are stepping on is made of gold.

 

"Are you a sponsor for the Charlie team because of Way?" When I didn't get an answer to the same question, I asked a new question. A teacher randomly numbered the attitudes like a child to answer Pete's question.

 

That makes me quite fun. At least it's probably the most fun activity to do in the hospital. "Or because you're a sponsor, and found Way." Surprisingly, he answered this question without thinking: "The latter.”

 

"I thought there would be a romantic story like 'I'm willing to spend money for him' or something like that."

 

"Way, he didn't want my money," Pete said softly. He looked at the floor as if he were talking to himself rather than talking to me. "Everything he did was for his team."

 

"Are you pretending to use it?" Look at the colour. He also makes a face. I'm the right person to be teased.

 

"I'm not fooling. It's a business."

"What business has a heart-related matter?"

 

"That one only has me." Suddenly, the businessman blurted out in a stiff voice.

 

Maybe it's because I accidentally poked the knot in his heart. Pete looked at my face with a bit of a shocked expression, as if he didn't realise he was accidentally emotional with a stranger. (Unret manners) Like me, he looked away again. Gently, before continuing.

 

"He didn't think anything about me."

"Oh... One-sided love," I nodded slowly, pretending to have just understood, even though you just look at it and realise it. "I understand why you're so sad."

 

"Understood?"

"Why?" I tilted my head to look at him. No one in this world will understand feelings.  

 

Pete stared at me still. If I had to guess, he would analyse me to the core. What does this person feel? What does this say that you want? Am I a good person or a bad person? The other party's depressed eyes can tell more things than he thought. And that may be another reason I still stand in this convenience store. Talk to the stranger who appears to be the happiest person in the world.

 

"If you think you are the only one who lost. You will feel that you are the most unfortunate person in the world. Even though the truth is that there are still millions of unlucky people. Half of them would be depressed like you. The other half would be trying to find good luck in bad luck. I'm not saying that you can't be sad because there are more sad people. Just say that it belongs to it. It's like this. There are bad people, bad people, people with moral disabilities. You can't fix anything if you like it or not."

 

Talking about this makes me want to smoke again, but it may take too long. I should have gone back to Charlie. I don't know if Babe will recover yet. I haven't had a chance to visit the injured person regularly because, as always, I only care about myself. I should think more about others, even if it's annoying.

 

"It's true," Pete said without arguing. He nodded in agreement with me after standing in silence for a moment, "I can't fix anything."

 

"Of course," I confirmed my own words. "No matter what you did wrong or did in the past. Will the story that you suck be true or not? What will happen next? If you regret what you have done, force yourself not to do that again. Because maybe tomorrow you will not be able to stand your suck."

 

Pete laughed. Wow, he laughed.

"You are an extraordinary, comforting person."

"Consolation?" I frowned in surprise that Pete thought so. "I didn't comfort you a little bit."

 

"Hmm.. So I would have thought of it myself," Pete said flatly. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and if it weren't for the lights in the convenience store, I could see a slight change in his eyes. "Thank you."

 

"The one that comforts?"

"Help choose a basket," the businessman replied before lifting the fruit basket and milk box from the top floor. "Babe is not a big deal. He should be able to eat milk and fruit?"

 

"Well, Charlie should like it too."

"I agree"

 

I left the convenience store with two packs of mint-flavoured gum and Pete. I got a large set of visiting baskets. I couldn't make it to the emergency room when I found Babe walking out. Everyone looked shocked that Pete and I walked together. Pete said roughly that we happened to meet and talked a little bit. When we knew who it was, we walked together. As for the racers, they were, of course, shocked. Babe played the middleman, helping introduce his team and me to each other. 

 

The boy named North almost screamed. But he was silenced by the boy next to him, who was overdressed. The young man named Dean stood, pointed at my face, and opened his mouth, while the oldest person looked at me quietly without saying anything.

 

In short, I can only smile and greet everyone with courtesy. Even though I know I must expect this kind of reaction, I still can't help but feel annoyed. The fact that I look like Way doesn't look as fun as I think.

 

Charlie walked up to me and said that he had already taken care of Babe and would take him back to the house to rest. The injured person seemed to know that I was the one who answered the phone at the time, and that I drove Charlie there. He went straight up to me. Staring at me momentarily before saying 'Thank you' with an unwilling look. But I didn't say anything. I just smiled and nodded because I felt I didn't have the energy to fight with him now, and Babe himself would not be different. 

 

My graph has been smooth for a while. Since walking out of the convenience store, Charlie secretly whispered in my ear, ' I didn't order.' At that, the graph jumped slightly, a less harmful character than you think.

 

I glanced at Babe and had such an idea. But at another glance, I realised that I shouldn't be at the point of judging anyone about their character. It didn't take long to talk to each other. Everyone dispersed because Charlie wanted to hurry back to his boyfriend to rest. Although a hurt person like Babe looks very normal, to be honest, he even looks stronger than some of us. But just a paper cut, Babe, would be a big deal for Charlie.

 

I said goodbye to everyone and asked for pardon before anyone else. Because I was the only one who had to walk to the parking lot in front of the hospital. Before stepping out of the group, I turned to make eye contact with Pete for a glimpse of coincidence. He didn't look down. Instead, he looked at me as if he wanted to say something. I gave him several seconds to respond. But Pete kept looking at me, still like that. Finally, I smiled at him instead of saying goodbye. I turn around and walk out.

 

I walked out without thinking about looking back for the second time, even though I was confident. One hundred per cent of Pete will have to look at my back until he hides his eyes.

 

"Charlie, nail scissors..."

"The cabinet next to the TV, the top drawer, is in a transparent container."

 

You don't have to wait for me to finish the sentence. The robot butler, Charlie, answered my questions in detail as if it were being programmed into advanced processing. He didn't even look back at me. He kept setting his face to wash the dishes, showing off his bare back with shoulders as broad as the ocean, as if he knew how it would attract my eyes. "Did you find it?"

 

"I found it," I replied, pushing the drawer before slowly dragging my feet down onto the sofa in the middle of the living room. At first, I intended to get into bed. But Charlie refused to go to the bedroom because he was still busy cleaning the kitchen. So I had to sit downstairs to find something to do. If Charlie had turned around and seen that I was sitting there with nothing to do, He would have chased me up to sleep first. "The nails are long. Hurry up and cut them before they scratch you."

 

"I just scratched it yesterday."

"I mean another wound."

Charlie's laughter came from the kitchen. Since returning from the hospital, Charlie looks tired because he has to handle my affairs. But even so, he still smiles, so I'm very grateful to him. Today's mine would be worse. Suppose Charlie makes a face because he's worried about me. I regret that I'm hurt or angry with those who stalk me. Instead, he acted casually and said, 'It's okay; Babe is safe.'

 

Cutting fingernails went well. I want to show off that I didn't just cut it carelessly, but also had a beautiful, rounded tip. In addition to looking better, it also makes the tip of the nail less sharp. Charlie's chance of getting a wound will be less, which means that I can manage it.

 

Professionally, the remaining problem is just a toenail. I don't know which position to sit in. No matter how many positions have changed, it doesn't make trimming easier. Because of this, how often do you cut your toenails?

 

"It's like a falling doll." I don't know when Charlie finished washing the dishes. I realised that his voice was coming from somewhere nearby. Charlie laughed when he saw me sitting on the sofa, my legs and body bent. My attitude now would be like a falling doll, as he said. "Bring it here."

 

Charlie snatched the nail clippers from my hand. He sat down on the floor below. Before pulling my left leg, I put it on my lap and trimmed it again from the thumb. Because I did it, it doesn't look wonderful.

 

While cutting my nails, Charlie didn't say anything. He lowered his head to look at my feet, stared and slowly trimmed them carefully. As for me, I didn't know what to say. So I could only sit on the pillow, looking at my boyfriend's round head and bare upper part, feeling like I was the luckiest person in the world. 

 

If the world and merit were real, I would have made a significant merit in the last life or saved the nation. Some people want to care for me like a little princess, even though I have nothing close to that word.

 

"Cut your flesh," Charlie grumbled softly while tapping the new point, which should be the point where I accidentally cut my flesh until I got a wound without knowing it. "Doesn't it hurt?"

 

"At first, it didn't hurt, but when you said hello, it started to hurt."

"I'll finish cutting and applying the medicine."

 

"It's okay, I guess. Just a little bit."

"My finger will be cut off; my finger is rotten."

 

"How old are you? See me?" Butler Charlie laughed again. He laughed at what I said. It's all gone. I don't know if the line is shallow or crazy. "Have you recovered from drug intoxication?"

 

"It's better than during the day. It shouldn't be okay anymore."

 

"What about the result?" I asked because I'd been injected for several hours, but I hadn't seen Charlie yet. Talking about anything that changes, there are only symptoms that look like drunk people, which are clear and do not need to be told.

 

"Umm..." Charlie stopped his hand from cutting my nails. He looked up at the normal level. He sat still as if he were testing something in his own body. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he blinked awkwardly. At a glance, I felt like Charlie had fallen into another world—a world that I didn't know.

 

"Babe, have you seen anything?" Charlie asked me a confusing question.

"See you... Take off your shirt," I tried to answer randomly, based on my limited understanding.

 

"Sit and cut my nails for me?"

 

"It's not like that..." Charlie said in a voice, but simultaneously, the corners of his mouth were raised, and I was sure he didn't realise he was smiling. "Did you see anything else? Like... The sea?"

 

"No, there is no sea."

"Really?" he asked excitedly, his eyes shining like a crystal ball. Brand new "Didn't you see anything?"

 

"What do you want me to see?" I looked around in confusion, but it didn't.

What do you see besides the same living room you have seen ten thousand times?

 

"No, I don't want Babe to see anything." He smiled widely. That's a good sign.

"Illusion?" I asked. 

 

I was blown away as I began to understand what Charlie intended to do and why he nodded so much. That would not translate into anything except that the latest injected medicine worked. "Really?"

 

"Sense is still here," Charlie smiled faintly, as if he was still a little sorry for the power in him. It's not completely gone. "But I can't create illusions anymore. This makes perfect sense."

 

"Congratulations." Instead of hugging, I gently touched Charlie's belly with my foot while the talented little boy smiled widely with a full sense of ecstasy. It is the same as when you read a book day and night. Finally, the test results came out, and the highest score in each class was. I think, "Very good, young man."

 

"Chris must be happy." "Of course, but let's tell you tomorrow. This is better." "I want it to arrive soon."

 

"Give it a little bit." Although I'm happy, I still find it hard to be patient. I'm unsure if Charlie has ever been so excited about my story. I've only seen this project recently, which makes the mood go up and down. "What about anything else? Is there only an illusion that has disappeared?"

 

"I don't know how to check my intuition. If there is nothing, I don't feel anything. Hmm... Babe Can you try to say something about anything?"

 

"Anything?" I thought about it, even though I still didn't understand what Charlie intended to do.

 

"I love you."

"Can it be more difficult to guess?"

 

"Oh, you can say anything."

"I already know that this one is true. How to catch a liar?"

 

"A... I understand." I nodded a lot. When I understood the purpose, I started thinking about what Charlie might not know or wasn't sure about to test whether Chen was lying. Is it still there? "I don't like it when you moan in my ear when you're about to cum. It's very creepy."

 

"Hey! Why?" the boy with glasses cried, suspecting that the story I chose would affect Charlie's confidence so much that he would forget for a moment that the essence was not in what I said. 

 

"Uh.."

It's good to realise it quickly. "Babe is lying!"

 

And I'm relieved that Chen is still there. Because Charlie can't catch a lie, we may have to clear this matter up for a long time. "Yes, congratulations," I said with sarcasm before I realised that Charlie was still lying. It's not good news at all. "Oh, I'm sorry."

 

"It's okay," Charlie smiled. He looked sorry. But not to the point of disappointment. Deep down, Charlie may realise that he still has it. As someone who used to have a special sense, I understand that feeling well. It's a feeling that can't be described in words. But the body and mind can always recognise it. "Just missing one is very good. If you can get it, the other one, you have to get it."

 

"Yes, I can do it," I speak with all the faith I have. My understanding of the complexities in Charlie's work is not much. But what I always have for him is trust. Because Charlie is a smart child who is more determined than anyone else, I know that he will achieve it in the end. No matter how difficult the goal is. Because he is my boyfriend, I know how good he is.

 

"Done", Charlie looked at his nail clipping work before looking up and smiling. Let me "Cut my nails, I can't scratch it, miaow"

 

"It's really a pity."

"Let your own wound heal first, then do it for someone else."

"It will be cured tomorrow."

 

"I'm waiting to see." The glasses made a mocking face. "Wake up, you have to get better tomorrow."

 

"Well, I'll get better to see you."

 

"Talented man", Charlie stood up before leaning down and gently kissing my forehead. However, it seems small. So I signalled by making a moue, which Charlie understood and responded well by pressing a kiss to my lips again. "Go to bed now."

 

"Aren't you going  up at the same time?"

"I forgot that I haven't thrown away the trash yet."

 

"You can leave it tomorrow."

"No, you have to take it out every day. How can you leave it?" 

 

The young butler refused in a stiff voice, making me feel like a person of little worth. Even though it's only one night, the house will turn into a pile of garbage just because I didn't take out a single bag of trash and throw it away. Somewhere, Charlie should have learned to be flexible. "Babe went up and turned on the air conditioner and waited. I'll take the garbage away and hurry up."

 

"Hurry up", even though I secretly complained in my heart, I couldn't say much. I gave up.

 

It's easy because Charlie won't leave the trash for an hour anyway.

 

"Yes," Charlie continued, responding with the same smile. The dog stood watching me walk up the stairs as if he were afraid that I would change the route to escape to somewhere other than the bedroom. How many times did he look? He still looked at me without stopping until I had to brush my hand away. But instead of stopping looking, the idiot waved back like that. Do you have to do it?

 

I pressed the remote to turn on the air conditioner as soon as I walked into the bedroom, then, slowly and with effort, sat down on the edge of the bed. The sticky pain in the forehead bothered me. But Charlie took the medicine with him after dinner. After dinner, the symptoms would have eased, I wouldn't have been able to sleep tonight. 

 

Even though I told everyone, including Charlie, that this sore head can't do anything to me. Pitbabe’s head breaks more often than sneezing. But seriously, who will get used to being repeatedly hurt like this? Whether it's the first or the tenth sore head, it still hurts, especially when the painkillers are no longer effective.

 

When the room temperature started to cool, it was auspicious. I lay down on my own side of the bed. I took the charged mobile phone to the head of the bed to plug in and wait for Charlie. Because as long as Charlie hasn't come up to bed, I can't sleep anyway. It's not related to whether it's a broken head or a normal head. Before, when I just started this symptom, I thought it was quite a big problem that I couldn't sleep on my own. I tried it for others.

 

Come to sleep as a friend, whether it's Alan, North, or even Jeff (who, in Jeff's case, I can't sleep more). I still can't sleep. So I concluded that it's not because I can't sleep alone. But because I can't sleep without Charlie. It sounds like it's a matter of concern. But after living with this strange condition for a while, I began to feel that it's not the problem. Because after all, Charlie sleeps with me every night. As long as he's still there, I'm like a normal person who has no problems sleeping at all. But tonight is starting to be less normal because my sleeping pill won't give up.

 

I lay down to count numbers in my mind because I want to know how much to count. That's why Charlie will come up to the bed. But I can only count twenty-three. My patience ran out. (It's very little, I realised). I got out of bed and opened the door to the room. No need to go downstairs, I just walked up the stairs.

 

 I saw Charlie's back. That person was standing in the kitchen. The lights downstairs. It was almost dark. There was only one light in the kitchen where Charlie stood. I was standing. I slowly sneaked because I wanted to scare the butler a little bit, which requires a high-level cat paw skill. After all, since he got my sense, Charlie's ears are much better than those of normal people. I can't pretend to scare him.

 

But today, I have succeeded. I sneaked until I almost reached the kitchen. But Charlie didn't have a sign of realising it. He stood with his arms at the sink to wash the dishes. I don't know what he was doing. Even though he just said he would take the garbage outside. But if you just did that, it shouldn't take more than five minutes.

 

"Huh..."

 

I didn't have time to go in and pretend as planned. The sound coming from the kitchen made me stop in my tracks. I turned around and put my back against the wall. Secretly hiding in the corner that Charlie would not be able to see. Suddenly, his body moved on its own for some reason. My heart was beating fast as if I were afraid of being caught, even though this is really my home. I can walk anywhere in this house. I know that well. But now I don't dare even breathe.

 

Charlie hasn't thrown away the trash yet. The big black bag is still on the floor next to his legs. The mouth of the bag is not even tied. But Charlie kept standing there with his head down... Then, crying, he tried hard not to make a sound. But I heard the sound of sobs coming out in waves. The more I listened to those sounds. The more I heard them in my chest, the more turbulent it became. Of course, whoever it is, you have to be anxious. 

 

Suppose you know that your boyfriend secretly cried like this. But what's worse is that I didn't even know why Charlie cried. He smiled all day long. Even though I had an accident, Charlie still controlled himself well. He didn't even look as worried as I expected. All day, all there was was the word "It's okay." That's all day. Babe, it's okay. I know. "It's over." Charlie still laughed at my jokes. And complained that I couldn't finish eating. He did everything as usual until I couldn't think of what would make him cry, or was it because of the research?

 

That doesn't make much sense. If Charlie were two years ago, he might have been stressed about work to the point of crying. But if it's now, I can't imagine it. I don't think Charlie will shed tears for research or even study. Besides, the latest medicine for him has been effective. He even seems to be very happy. So it's probably not a reason to cry in secret. At least, if it's really because of work, he has to come and sing for me.

 

So what's the matter... What did Charlie not want me to know? I secretly looked into the kitchen. Charlie was still standing in the same place in the same position. When he observed it, he saw that his right hand was holding my medicine bag. The mouth of the black bag on the floor was still open until he saw the garbage inside. 

 

At a glance, he knew that it was the used cotton wool and gauze. In the evening, Charlie washed the wound and made a new one for me, using both cotton wool and gauze. There are blood stains on them. The condition is not good at all. It's really unsightly. But Charlie was looking down at it and crying harder than ever.

 

"Damn..." Charlie muttered as he raised his hand to wipe away tears. He looked very frustrated. It seemed that this cry would be mixed with regret and anger that I didn't know how to release, and because I saw him in this state. Now I feel like I'm going to cry for him.

 

I looked up at the ceiling. Trying to breathe in and out slowly, forcing myself not to cry. Just now, it was full of confusion and doubt. But now I understand everything. The story about him not wanting to cry in front of me. A bag of medicine from the hospital and a pile of my bloody gauges.

 

"Why are you going to lose your mind... Just hearing the sound, I know it's okay." It's all a lie.

 

All day long, he kept saying 'It's okay': that it was just a small wound on my face, that I was not shocked, that I was hurt so often that I got used to it. Even when talking on the phone, his voice still sounded calm. "It doesn't hurt much, does it? I'm going?' I feel so safe to hear him say that. I still admire him in my heart because he's very good. 

 

He's more mature than I am. He makes me think he's not panicking much, not worried, not sad or angry. There's just a concern that when I'm not hurt much, he can act all day comfortably. But when I saw him like this, I didn't want to think that he had had to be patient with me in the past.

 

Before arriving at the hospital, Charlie was almost scared. I wanted to hug him and say that I was fine. I want to thank him. Let him know he was calm and act like it was no big deal. It made me forget all the pain in my body. I want to let Charlie know that he is my best support. He is more talented and mature than I am. And I am lucky. How good is it to have him in my life? But if Charlie doesn't want me to know, I'll keep learning.

 

I held back and walked out of there. Walk straight up to the bedroom without even looking back. Because if I see Charlie crying for me only once again, I must change my mind and run back to him. Therefore, the best way is not to listen, not to look, or to recognise; walk into the bedroom, come back to sleep in bed, and act like I never got up anywhere.

 

After I came back for about five minutes, Charlie came up. I heard a sound. The door was closed, but I was still pretending to sleep on the bed.

 

"Why are you pretending to be asleep?" Charlie chuckled before I realised the force of the mattress. Which means Charlie is already in bed. "Do you think it's smooth?"

 

"So what's not smooth?" I opened my eyes. Trying to act like nothing happened, like Charlie, who still plays realistically. He lay down next to me. There is still a faint smile on his face. Including the attitude looks relaxed, like it has been all day. He probably thinks that the dim light in the bedroom will make me unable to see that his eyes are swollen and red because he just cried.

 

"I haven't come up yet. How can Babe fall asleep?"

"I might sleep by myself, who knows?"

 

"Really?" Charlie made a face while raising his hand to rub my hair. It's like I like to do it every night before going to bed. "Are you going to sleep separately tonight?"

 

"Are you crazy?"

"How do you know if you can sleep by yourself?"

"No, never."

 

"This is a lie."

"Well, I'm a liar."

 

Charlie didn't help me defend myself. He laughed happily before reaching out to turn off the lamp. The head of the bed is in the bedroom, which is completely dark, a sign that it's time to sleep. Charlie moved to find a comfortable position. Pull the cloth up to cover me before covering himself. Darkness and silence are working to send us both to sleep, as every night.

 

"Good night," Charlie gently kissed my lips, "Sleep a lot so that you can get well soon."

"Yeah, good night."

 

That's all I answered. Before everything fell into silence, Charlie hugged me and closed my eyes. I tried to do the same. But now even the sound of his breath makes me very sad. Even though Charlie is here, I feel both missing and longing for him. At the same time, I feel guilty that I can't do anything for him.

 

"Papa," I said in the dark.

 

"Uh..." Charlie responded in his throat, even though he was still closed. "What's up?" Until now, he's still acting like it's okay.

 

"Thank you."

 

Charlie didn't reply immediately; he tightened his hug, chuckling. Before saying "What's the matter?"

 

"Thank you... I sleep with you every night." I hugged Charlie, and he hugged me tightly while my face was down on his chest. Inhaling the familiar smell and listening to the sound of his heart that I hear every night until I remember its rhythm. "Thank you for cooking for me, cutting my nails, and making wounds for me."

 

"Huh... What is this?"

"Thank you for telling me to quit smoking. Thank you for remembering everything I forgot. I apologise, even though I'm not wrong."

 

"Babe..."

"Babe loves Charlie so much, you know?"

 

At first, Charlie seemed to have something to say, but now he chooses to be silent. He must be quite confused. I came to discuss these matters. Maybe it made him realise that I sneaked downstairs just now. Then saw him cry. Or perhaps you already know, but pretend not to. I've never read him anyway. Because Charlie is a bad boy, he's too good at lying.

 

"It's the first time that Babe represents himself as Babe," Charlie said in a smooth voice. While the hand moved to stroke my head awkwardly, even though I didn't see his face, I could feel that Charlie looked weaker than before. It's like he's willing to take off a layer of protective shield. Willing to give up one of the colourful masks. Because of that, I'm getting closer to him. "Don't do it like this often, it's cute."

 

"Call often, there will be no joke to beg"

"Are you begging?"

 

"If you don't feel it, it's okay."

Charlie laughed a little before pressing a kiss in the middle of the first hair. His every touch invites me to be unspeakably sad. Of course, it's warm enough to feel safe. But in that safety, I feel guilty. Because I know Charlie has to trade everything to make me feel that way. He exchanged his own sadness, anger and regret with my comfort. Even there, it's the most against human nature. But he still did it easily.

 

"Charlie loves Babe, too."

Even the word Charlie's love makes me want to cry. "But I think Babe already knows."

 

Of course, I would be the stupidest person in the world. If I don't understand that all this is called 'love' since Charlie came in. Blunt people like me think more abstractly, like love. But I can't say that it's clear. Because until now, I still don't understand why I feel so sad. Even though we didn't quarrel, Charlie took care of me flawlessly. He was better to me than I expected.

 

Charlie is very good... I don't know how to be worthy of his love.

 

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"He doesn't seem to be in a bad mood."

 

I looked at Charlie, who was sitting solemnly at the desk. And at the same time, I was looking for something to invite Charlie's brother to talk to him. Today, Jeff came to the lab for a meeting about campaign promotion. I've met him once at the hospital. But we can only make eye contact. There was not even a single conversation. Because the reaction was like seeing the ghosts of the racers, and Pete's strange eyes at that time made me not in the mood to talk to other humans. And Jeff himself didn't seem to want to talk to me. That day, he was more interested in comforting his brother, Alan. (Seeing Charlie saying that they were dating) because he looked very shocked when he saw my face.

 

"I mean, Charlie," I expanded when Jeff looked up from his laptop and looked at me with a face that didn't seem to understand what I was saying. "I don't talk much today. My eyebrows are tied in a knot."

 

"There's only one thing." Jeff just answered and then went back to bow his head to plan. Look at it. Charlie and Jeff have more differences than the fact that the part that looks like Charlie is a child, polite, cares about those around him, and smiles well. As for Jeff, he doesn't care at all. He speaks bluntly, doesn't have a tail, doesn't smile, and also seems to interact with other people. But I'm unsure if he's already like this or just doesn't like me.

 

"What's the matter?"

"He should have told me, shouldn't he?"

 

"That's why I asked what it was, because he told many stories." I know that this word sounds like it. Because I intended to be like that. The more I talk to him, the more I feel that Jeff doesn't like me very much. When I think about it, he seems calm and keeps his distance from everyone. But for me, it's like there's a reinforced wall. I don't know. "You have a lot of things towards the Dead"

 

"Then you should try to ask him." Jeff glanced at me a little and then returned to staring at the screen in the next second. "Anyway, he already told everything."

 

"Don't you like that I'm close to your brother?"

 

For me, frankness is the most effective nerve-distracting tool because it always shocks the other person. People tend to talk around the world to maintain the interlocutor's kindness. Or to avoid slow situations. But for me, I like the awkwardness. I want to see the other person's facial expression change quickly because I can't prepare for my words. That's the reason why most people don't like me. But it isn't a problem. Therefore, I never thought of fixing it.

 

"No," Jeff replied in a flat voice.  "Charlie is close to anyone. It has nothing to do with me."

 

"Or don't you like us?"

"No, sir."

 

"But it doesn't look like that." I squinted at Jeff. I know that my smile now would bother him more or less. Which, personally, I hope it's 'very'.

 

"I just feel uncomfortable talking to you."

"Discomfortful, this is the polite word of 'don't you like to be ugly'?"

 

"In your case, maybe yes." Jeff did not hesitate to say that sentence. He turned to meet my eyes. This time, it was not just a glance. But openly staring. The tough, decisive attitude made me immediately decide this is the kind of person I like. He has something similar to me. The difference is that he doesn't enjoy making others feel bad, like me. 

 

Just a person who is ready to speak up. As long as that person is not a person in his special area. Or simply translated, Jeff is me in the good version. "I don't like you, but I don't like your face."

 

"Wow... Is it too strong?" I pretended to put my hand on it, feigning shock.

"No," the child shook his head slowly before turning back to type something on his laptop. It's unbelievable that he could do something else while telling me, 'I don't like your face. "I don't know anything about you, but your face makes me not want to talk to you."

 

"Do you mean that you look like you don't like dating?"

"No, I just look like him."

 

No need to expand, I immediately understood who 'he' here means because the only one in the world with a face like mine (as far as I know) is a young racer who is already dead. I don't want to blame the dead. But since entering the circle of these people, the face of Way always makes me support the emotions of his acquaintances. Some people look very loving. Looks happy to see (face) me, while some people seem to think Why are you still there? 

 

From being hated by nature, now there are even more chances to be hated, which is much sadder because I haven't been used to creating anything. Just seeing the face, I've already been hated. I don't feel like I know how to be insulted.

 

"Oh, do you hate Way?"

"Yes"

 

Look at this. I would have to give this child a real award. "Why?" I asked with interest, who knows from the heart?

 

"Isn't it your business?"

 

"No, that's why I want to know. If it's about myself, why would you want to know?" Jeff sighed heavily, which should not come from relief, but he was more exhausted.

 

"I don't understand why Charlie likes you."

 

"Does Charlie like me?" I pretended to be shocked. Of course, that's a lie. I already know that Charlie should feel strangely predestined to be with me because he is one of the people who seems to have taken a stance from the beginning that he doesn't like Way. But he can be friends with me without being bothered at all, even though I look like the person he hates, like the twins. "Babe is so sad."

 

"I know what I mean."

"Had adultery? Threesome?"

 

Jeff seemed to be holding back from the conversation with me. But I felt like I was racing on the ice rink, drawing my arms, raising my legs parallel to the floor, turning around in the middle of the applause of the audience. That's the feeling when you can stir someone. The other party reacts as if the brain is about to break the skull.

 

"Okay, I changed the answer. It's not just that I don't like your face, but I don't like you at all." Jeff's words made me laugh out loud. His expression was plain. There was no sign of joking. If it were someone else, he might be angry or angry about being told this way. But I just received a big compliment.

 

"Glad to hear that," I responded with pleasure.

"If it wasn't for you, I could help Charlie."

 

"Are you going to kick me out?"

"I can do more than that."

 

"Oh..." Jeff's words, 'can do more than that,' made me realise that he was not just a child who blocks the general world. "Will you tell me my  horoscope?" But I can't help but tease him anyway.

 

"You can call it that," Jeff shrugged. But what's more strange is that he smiled, not a happy smile. It leans towards more fun.

 

"I see it accurately."

"We know Charlie once told us."

 

"My future is very interesting."

"What?"

 

This is the first time in many years that someone has made my heart twitch. I stumbled lightly until I fell out of the border of fun because of Jeff's more fun-looking facial expression. At first, I just thought that he had some parts that were similar to mine. But I didn't know that one of them would have a small, insidious quality.

 

"But I don't think you want to know." Jeff still smiled. His relaxed attitude made me incredibly nervous. I just laughed because I suddenly felt pathetic. I couldn't believe I was being played by a child who looked cunning. "Waiting to see it yourself should be more fun."

 

"Are you going to threaten each other?"

 

"There's nothing to threaten. I don't want anything from you." Even his eyes looking at me now make me feel like they're shining like a mirror.

 

"No, P. There is nothing I want more than myself."

 

I admit defeat, but well. This is enough to see that Jeff is not an easy child to play with. Unlike Charlie, he is more suitable to be a victim. Therefore, I changed my goal to someone to play with, who is sitting in front of the computer instead.

 

"Are you kidding, Jeff?"

 

I just came to stand quietly behind the chair. Before I could open my mouth, Charlie spoke up. First, as if I could read my mind, hmm... Or he will have this power too. P’Touch once said that Charlie can do many things, but never went into detail. Since we met, I've never seen Charlie use his supernatural powers clearly. If I don't tell you, I'll understand that he's a boring nerd in general.

 

"How do you know?"

 

"He's always like that. Don't mess around." Charlie replied while his hand was still typing. He usually takes his work seriously. Lately, he looks even crazier.

 

It's even harder. He comes to the lab almost every day. I don't know when to allocate time to work on the thesis. He likely focuses on this project until he stops studying in the middle of the car. "He shouldn't be very comfortable talking to me." It's the same. It's like being brothers and sisters. "He told me," I answered, hearing the sound of the ship as I supported my hand on the backrest of the work chair, Charlie's "But now it's not just uncomfortable to talk. I should hate it."

"Because I went to tease him."

 

"We are the victims."

"I've never been a victim."

 

Even though he looks optimistic, like a big dog in a warm house, Charlie is not that stubborn. Jeff said that Charlie likes me. But that doesn't mean he will see me as a good person. Some of ours may be connected by chance, which is surprising in one place. Because no matter how you look, I and I are completely different. 

 

For me, Charlie is a good person by nature. But not clinging to it until he died. I believe that if it were before, it would probably have been yes. He seems to be a person who will die for the truth. But if talking about now, that needs to be protected, I'm sure that he will sell his soul to Satan without hesitation so that 'something' is safe.

 

"Where we are weak to death. Protect us, Charlie." I wrapped my arms around Charlie's neck and put my chin on his head. At this level of intimacy, if Babe came to see it, it would be rampant like a bomb. But because he's not here now, it would be okay if you try to joke with the rules, at least for my little fun.

 

"It should be easier for you to take care of yourself," Charlie said in a flat voice. While removing my arm from his shoulder, he didn't yell or talk about playing with my body. Instead, he clearly showed that he didn't let me get close. I don't know what brand of food Babe raised him with pellets, but the results were more impressive than expected. Charlie is the most honest dog I've ever seen.

 

"Very mean."

"I'm kind to you here."

 

"Umm... It's true." I nodded in agreement. Even though I just complained that Charlie was mean, if you assess the whole picture, he was kind (and calm) to me the most. "Love Charlie"

 

"Thank you."

"Very cold"

 

"I already recognise it, but you don't have to say it next time. Babe will hear it. Another story"

I just laughed because I couldn't believe his words. Just jokingly think that if men don't, everyone in this world is like Charlie. Cheating or the third hand is a fantasy legend. He doesn't open a space for anyone. It's like only Babe ever breathes in and out. Seeing this, I can't help but wonder what Babe brought to the fight so often. This kid has nothing to quarrel with.

 

"Oh... And that's it." This time, Charlie stopped staring at the computer. Turned to look at my face. It seems like a sign that I'm going to talk seriously. "Thank you for helping me."

 

"Very comfortable." I shrugged my shoulders without hesitation. I immediately understood what he was talking about. Because in these few days, there was only one thing that bothered Charlie a lot. "But won't you tell me what to do next?"

 

"I don't know better." I don't have to say this, but Charlie's eyes are so creepy.

"I thought we were the same team again."

 

"This is enough for me." Charlie seemed to realise that he had accidentally shown an "unlike Charlie" attitude. That's why he gave me a small smile before turning back to focus on the vast amount of information on the computer. "It's more personal to me, I don't want to, I'm really bothering you."

 

"I don't bother you at all. We like these things."

"It's not fun."

 

"I know, for you, it's not fun." I smiled, even though I knew that Charlie had no way to see it, but that's okay because I didn't intend to show him anyway. "But for us, just thinking about it is fun."

 

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Tub! Tub! Tub!

"Aug!"

 

The sound of the man I didn't know made me feel a little nauseous. I hate that it kept making my shoes messy with dirty blood, but I couldn't stop it. His hand moved by itself. I grip the iron in my hand tightly. Repeatedly threw it on its body. I didn't even aim to let it collide with any part of it. Just swing it randomly. It will wriggle until it hits wherever it is, depending on its stupidity. This is considered the highest kindness from me. Because when he drives to chase Babe, a bastard like him doesn't see the choice of a boyfriend.

I tried to get up. I wonder if I think I can't run away. But not at all. The higher my head is raised, the easier it is. It's in a position for me to kick. I kicked his chin until his face fell to the ground. He cried loudly. Raise two hands that were shaking like you came to pay homage to my head. Beg me to stop.

 

I also want to stop, but when I think of the scars on Babe's face, the blood stains that I wiped myself with my hands, the medicine, every pill prepared for him at every meal. The image of those people makes my kindness disappear with my eyes.

 

"I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean it." The dirty pig said with a trembling mouth. Both saliva and blood splashed from my mouth every time I spoke. It looked so disgusting that I felt sorry for the good shoes I had just used to kick him in the mouth. "I was ordered again. I didn't want to do him..." I really can't stand listening to it. So I kicked him in the mouth and begged him to stop talking.

 

"I don't want to do you. I was ordered again," I said while turning my wrist gently because I felt a lot of pain. Before I started using my feet, I used my hands with this bastard in one place. I was frustrated. Even now, it can still cause others trouble. It's a really bad habit. "I hope you don't get angry with me for kissing your mouth too much. I'm really sorry."

 

"I... I..."

Tub!

 

"Oh! I forgot, no one ordered it."

Tub!

 

"Ugh!"

"Just seeing your boyfriend hurt, he's sad."

 

Tub!

I put my feet on his face again and again.

 

Tub!

"My boyfriend's head is broken. You can imagine how much it hurts, right?"

 

"Ah.... Again!"

 

One by one, his posture bothered me a little bit. That's why I put my feet on his face one more time. Just once, I'm sure to do it until it falls off.

 

In many mouths, frog blood tastes like a child eating strawberry jam. I can't believe that this method can cover people's mouths so easily. I know this must have been going on for a long time.

 

"Oh... I'll buy it for you too," I complained in frustration. My favourite pair of sneakers is stained with dirty pig's blood stains. It spread up to the end of the leg of the pants. There are many spots. There are also mud stains. I just realised that the place is not very good. Next time, if you have to get angry again, it would be better to choose a cleaner place. "Another place."

 

My little play with the person who drove after Babe almost exhausted me. I dragged my feet out of the old warehouse while wiping the blood stains on my hands and shirt. It's so messy that I only have to throw it away in one place. That's why I use it as a hand towel.

 

"It's too fast," a voice said when I opened the door from the warehouse. "I thought it would take longer." Dr Chris said in a smooth voice before dropping the cigarette butt on the ground and using Expensive leather soles, crushing until the moth sparks.

 

"He's still," I replied. At the same time, I reached out to pick up the glasses from him and put them back on as before. The activity just now was not suitable for wearing glasses. So I had to leave it to him first. "It's so fast."

 

"Playing this hard"

"No, I hardly exerted any effort just now."

 

That's all I said. Before walking to my car, which was parked not far away, I didn't have time because I had to go back to tend to Babe's wound and take him to bed on time. But before I could go home, I had to take a shower. If I let Babe see me in this condition, it would not be good.

 

"Can I stop by to take a shower at your house?" I turned to ask Dr Chris, who was following me.

"Uh, take it." He nodded in response casually.

 

"Thank you."

"Welcome"

 

He is a really kind person. In addition to helping to find the villain, he also became my friend here. Although there are some strange habits, Dr Chris is a good partner.

 

"Charlie", he called me from the side of the car, so I lowered the mirror.

"Yes?"

 

"After this, no matter what you do.... I'll help you." That's all Dr Chris said. Before walking into my own car, I didn't understand why he suddenly said that to me. But when it's a good thing, I don't see the need to interpret many things. Because not everyone understands what I do, even Babe may look at me differently. If you know what's behind his back, I'm acting like this. But if it's Dr Chris... I'm sure he understands.

 

He must understand for sure how painful it is to see a loved one hurt.