PitBabe series2

"Sir"

 

"Come on," Mr Tony said, looking up from the tablet screen and looking at me calmly as always. However, there have been many disturbing things these days. But you still maintain your attitude as well as before. I assume the last death will teach you something. Learning new things is always a joy. But unfortunately, the most important thing that people like you should know is not to come back. "I'm going to let the child go."

 

"Sorry for being late. I just came back from outside."

 

"Ah... Is it?" Tony nodded slowly, without a displeased attitude, as if he were in.

I fully understand. When did he become this flexible? It started from that day. I'm not sure yet. "It's okay. There's a traffic jam outside. I understand."

 

"Thank you. Next time, I will allow more time."

"Well, that's good."

 

"Call me urgently. Is there anything?"

 

"Can you guess?" Tony stared at my face. He was like an adult talking to a small child. Instead of rushing to finish speaking, he played the game 'Guess.' His attitude was like that, which was annoying. I felt like I was being tested all the time. But I can't tell what this is.

 

"About Charlie... Or not?"

 

"Hmm... Very good." He nodded in satisfaction and also spread praise without rest. Even though this is a difficult question, all. Charlie's name has been discussed nonstop on every channel over the past week. It has spread to the entertainment industry, not only among racers but also across almost all media, social activists, and even politicians. The appearance in his "new body" is more attention than you think. You would not have expected it to be this big from the beginning. "I told you, whatever you should be with me, Kenta."

 

This master spoke kindly. He acted as if he admired his ability and trusted me completely. But I know that it's not. He's not a fool. People like Tony can never trust a dog that has bitten him once. He wants to keep me because I know many things others don't. I've been loyal to him for the longest time. And there's nothing safer than holding the enemy close to you. Because if it starts to smell suspiciously, he can slaughter it as soon as possible. I still don't understand why he doesn't have me. But it won't be lost.

 

What do you lose if you live with this unexpected opportunity to the fullest for once?

 

"I'm glad to be back with you again."

 

"You are the one who knows my heart the most." Again and again, he smiled at me like that. Smile Poison coating. In the past, he performed only for the media. Now he has also started to perform in front of me. And it doesn't make me feel good at all. "Now, Charlie makes me uncomfortable. He's making it harder to work."

 

"I understand," I bowed my head and acknowledged. He made people pay more attention to this matter. Now, even politicians are starting to discuss it. There began to be a meeting in the back of the house, both sides that support and those buried in opposition. Every time Charlie moves, the amount of engagement has almost doubled, and there is a tendency to increase more and more."

 

"Charlie is smart. I knew it from the beginning. Since I was a child, he and Jeff were the smartest children in the house," Tony said, rubbing his palms on the shiny teak table. His face was as if he were thinking back to more than ten years ago, acting like a father who had difficulty raising his children on his own. "Children like that are not useful; there will be a punishment. I made a mistake in letting them go. I'm too careless."

 

"Do you want me to bring them back?"

 

"No," he immediately replied, "It's not in time. Even if you bring them back, it's useless. We missed letting them out to grow outside. Now we can't lock them up anymore."

 

"But we can't let them go."

 

"I didn't think about letting it go," Tony replied before turning to meet my eyes as if he was communicating orders through his eyes. He seemed to be saying, 'You already know what to do.' Which is true. I know what he wants me to do. "Just making a mess with our house is not enough."

 

Tony's needs are simple. The difficult thing is my needs.

"We just have to protect our home... Do you understand, Kenta?"

 

"I understand."

 

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"Can you help me?"

 

I couldn't help but ask when I saw you. The captain stood with a frown, looking at the new engine of Dean's car for a while. For a while, Alan stood, hands on his waist, as if he wanted to have a problem with the engine rather than tuning it. That's why I thought he might need help.

 

"No," the owner of the garage (original) replied while his eyebrows were still frowning. "Close to thinking, let's go"

 

"Could it be figured out?"

 

"That..." He almost lost his mind, but it seemed to snap his mouth. Keep yourself in time, "don't tell"

 

"Oh"

"I told you, you'll help me again."

 

"So can't I  help?"

 

"I want to do it myself." Alan turned to speak in a soft voice. His will is strong. But the tone is like a little cat begging for sympathy. I understand that attitude means he wants to deal with this problem himself. But at the same time, he doesn't want me to be angry that he refuses to help. "You've done a lot lately. I want to do it myself."

 

"If you want to do this much, just do it. Don't mess around," I said with a laugh. I walked to the edge of the car door. Looked at the big mechanic's face instead of looking at the engine, which is his Everest. "Just stand and cheer, it's okay, right?"

 

"A little pressure, but it's good." Alan smiled. Before bending down to do something with the engine, I chose to recognise that. Because if I try to bend down to help, I can't help but comment. Therefore, it's probably the easiest. "If I can't do it, I'm secretly embarrassed."

 

"Why are you shy?"

"Do you want to be cool?"

 

"But it's cool now."

"Sweet mouth"

 

"Jeff is not that kind of person, I know."

 

P’Alan smiles widely. He already knows that I'm not good at admiring others. I just came to learn and practice until I'm almost proficient when I'm dating him. Maybe because Alan is the captain and the brother of the younger siblings. Being with him every day makes me gradually absorb the academics of living with others more. Before, I never thought of taking care of anyone but Charlie. Later, another person made me worried. But the concern is as a common human being in the world. I learned from him. 

 

When Alan never taught me to follow him. But the actions that came out naturally made me feel kinder to those around me. I want to pay attention to others by intuition. Like Pho Alan, not paying attention to the brain like I tried to do at the beginning. I don't know if it's the same level as a kind person like him now. But I think I'm better. Keep going.

 

"P’ Alan", I called him.

 

"Huh?" Alan responded as he swept the new set of tools out of the box, wondering whether the cluttered ones would be incompatible with his new technique.

 

"Why did you stop competing?"

 

Alan was silent for a moment. It seemed my question had no source until he was a little confused. He put the tool on the shelf next to the car's hood. Standing with his arms crossed, pretending to think hard until I was not sure if this was a question that should be asked or not.

 

"Because when you send someone else to dream, it feels good."

 

His answer surprised me. I thought I would accidentally pick his pain knot. But looking at the casual face and faint smile, I think there is nothing to worry about.

 

"Do you mean children?" I mean the kids in the X team.

 

"Ugh, that's everyone," P'Alan nodded. Before starting to mess with the engine under the hood again, "I used to enjoy the race when I won. I'm proud like a dream come true. But I just realised that there is another thing that makes me feel equally good. Maybe even more."

 

Pho Alan's tone was as soft as silk. I could feel his kindness. Even though we didn't make eye contact, I only saw his shoulders and arms moving with dirty clothes that were covered in engine oil.

 

"When Babe was in first place, I was very happy. I'm even happier than when I was in first place myself. It's like we've been looking at it since the first day. When I didn't even know how to start the car. I saw that he tried to practice every day. I was excited, discouraged. When I saw him practising, I really, I didn't expect him to be the best. It must be number one, or no one can fall. I just think that if he does something that he does, he would do well."

 

"But I'm amazed. I didn't expect it. Babe can still go that much."

"It's good on its own. I just support you in what you can help, Way, Also"

 

"Don't you want to go back to racing again?"

"Go back to the competition now. Who will take care of those kids?"

 

"It means that if possible, you want to compete, right?" I didn't intentionally squeeze. But sometimes I feel that Pu Alan overlooks his own feelings without knowing it. Of course, he is happy to support others. It's like a spirit embedded in him. Watching, helping, and sending all the children down the path each of them wants to follow. Take the younger brothers' success as their own. I don't really understand how it makes him feel good. That's why this question arises. "Do you miss it when you entered the field yourself, right?"

 

"There are some times when I miss it." The talented captain left the engine with an ugly face. His face looked satisfied. I think he should find a solution that he found when he was able to do it. "But our dreams can change, kid. When I was interested in myself, it was there. And it's not wrong. But now my dream is bigger than that. The dream is to make our team move forward. Let those kids show off to the fullest. And let us stay together for as long as possible."

 

It will take me longer for me to understand his mind. People who think of themselves before others, like me, are still considered weak in the subject of generosity. I think that people who can add value to relationships and others' dreams must be people who can produce endless love. 

It is a person who likes to love others, which is like that. As for me, I am not. I love myself, Charlie, and Pho Alan. As for others, it may be called caring. But I don't dare say that I love, because the more I realise I love people a lot, the more I feel my life is entering a dangerous zone. I am not ready to accept that much voice right now.

 

"But Jeff wants to see you compete." I smiled at him. Alan smiled back. His expression changed a little bit. It's like some thoughts were moving in his head. "Babe said that when he was in the competition, he was very cool. The girls were addicted to it at that time."

 

"Of course," the former hot guy proudly accepted. "Don't think it's talking. But if I'm modern, I'm still hot. I'll tell you that I'm not sleeping, I'm jealous. I'm tired."

 

"Jeff is not jealous," I replied. I'm just trying to imagine in my head, I can't think of how to be jealous. I don't understand why people have to be angry when their loved ones are close to others. Why do we have to be afraid that they will be shaken or that they will share their hearts with anyone? When he is our lover, his duty must be to treat us honestly. 

 

If one day, when Alan is afraid or does something that doesn't respect me, I wouldn't waste time being jealous. And there's no reason not to let him go to the person he wants. Why be a homeless dog that wants to be a dog? And I wouldn't want to keep the dog that is staring at me close to him anyway.

 

"Jeff can't be jealous"

 

Of course, I'm not telling you about domestic dogs, stray dogs, and dogs that are staring at you.

 

Listen, he's too sensitive. I'll be less if I compare him to a dog again.

"Huh..." Pu Alan stared at my face, his eyebrows were together, making a sound of thinking in his throat as if I was remembering the nation. "It's true. You've never been jealous of me."

 

"I told you that I can't be jealous."

 

"But I don't go anywhere without you," the young captain seems to lose face a little that he is not jealous at all. "Be with you all the time. I'm not close to others, so I'm not jealous."

 

"Even if someone else comes close to me, Jeff says he is not jealous."

"Really?"

 

"Ugh"

 

It seems that I answer a little too fast. The attitude that doesn't seem hesitant, even makes the old man face down immediately. I think it's a good thing that we don't be jealous of each other. Babe and Charlie are always fighting each other. They fight every day. Anyone who approaches Charlie, Babe, will act like he wants to kill someone. Yelling loudly (the latter is much better). 

 

The day they broke up. It still started from Charlie being jealous of Babe and Willy. Compared to Pu Alan and me, we have almost nothing to fight about when it comes to work in the garage. Especially if there is no jealousy. Our daily life is calmer. But now, Alan looks disappointed that I'm not jealous of him. Some places where people like to do something complicated. I don't understand at all.

 

"But if you see when you're so cool, Jeff might feel a little jealous."

"Consolation?" Pu Alan narrowed his eyes and looked at me.

 

"No," I actually said it because I wanted to comfort him. But if you answer honestly, how can you call it comfort? "If you see your cool angle, Jeff may be afraid that others will like you or something like that."

 

"So where did you tell me that I'm cool?"

"Don't be cool like Jeff's boyfriend, cool like Alan, like Jeff has never seen before."

 

"Hmm..." Cool people seem to think quite hard. Maybe because he himself has been acting like an uncle for a long time. When you want to show the cool side seriously, it will take a little more brain.

 

"If it's a way you've never seen, there's one thing."

"Is it?"

 

Pui Alan answered me with a grim smile instead of words. After that, he ran away behind the garage. Leaving me standing confused with Dean's car, which has not yet been customised. After about ten minutes, the cool captain came back with a changed costume. Or, to put it more visually, May explain that this is the first time I have seen Pho Alan in the X Hunter suit.

 

"What is this?"

"I'll show you. You can imagine that before I became an uncle, I was the most handsome Alan before."

 

Although the words sounded a bit old-fashioned, he looked proud and didn't tease. I didn't answer anything. Just looked at him and laughed. Alan pulled my arm to follow me in the pit. The familiar racing car was already parked. I know it well. It's Alan's car. Even though he's no longer a racer, he still takes good care of it. Takes it out to run in the field so it doesn't deteriorate as a racing car. But as far as I've seen, he often drives around like it's just enough for the machine to work more. But it seems that today, the talented captain is fully in the racing spirit.

 

Pu Alan grabbed me and dressed me like a paper doll, both racing suits, helmets, gloves, everything was prepared for me (actually, it was a spare set that was already there), a little loose outfit, gloves as well, but there was no problem because I didn't need to use driving skills. It doesn't have to fit everything perfectly, like the racers' personal equipment; just wear it for safety, according to the course rules.

 

The first time I rode the car out of the field with Pu Alan, I felt little. This is not the first time. I have worked with racing cars for many years. Plus, my boyfriend is also a former racer. I must have experienced the speed of racing cars in the field before. But when I heard the sound of the engine with someone behind the wheel, as Pu Alan, the excitement gradually broke down and spread throughout my body.

 

My heart beats faster as the distance increases. This time it's different from the previous times I've been sitting. Po Alan looks enthusiastic. The corners of his mouth are raised almost all the time. It's like suddenly, the number one racer is possessed. Every moment when the accelerator is pulled, the car jerks until I have to raise my arms to grab the handle above my head. The speed is higher than I've ever remembered. Today, it seems that Pu Alan won't slow down even a little. And that made me almost vomit.

 

I feel like I want to cry every time I enter the curve. But I can't cry, I can only close my mouth tightly. I close my eyes from time to time. I don't think that I'll feel scared when I'm sitting in a racing car. I've been riding in a car that Babe drove. It's not scary like this. With Charlie, not to mention his speed, is second to none. But he moves steadily. There is almost no time to feel thrilled. Even when I was sitting with P’Alan before, I don't think I felt like I was on a roller coaster as I do now.

 

"Did you really drive like this when you raced?" I can't help (shouting) can't ask with two hands. Still holding the grip firmly.

 

"This is how it is!" Alan replied with fun. We reached the last curve before reaching the straight road towards the finish line. When Alan drifted the dust, even though it was unnecessary. Now I'm starting to believe that he was teasing me. "Do you understand why he won the championship?"

 

"I want to know how to survive until you are old!"

 

The ghost-footed racer didn't seem to be shaken at all. Alan took his favourite car to rush through the finish line with my hair that seemed to be only flesh. As for the spirit, he was probably wandering around one of the bends in the field. As soon as the car stopped, I felt like the food I had eaten in the morning would come back out a little bit. But fortunately, I can still control it. Although my overall condition doesn't look very good, it's wrong with the cause who smiled happily.

 

"How are you... Have you reached your coolness yet?" The former number one asked with full pride.

 

"If you want Jeff to feel your coolness, next time let Jeff sit on the side of the field." I opened the door and got out of the car, took off my helmet, and then took off my clothes. The racer, as much as I can, I can't release. The fact that these people are wrapped around my body makes me feel haunted. "I thought I wouldn't go to see Charlie tomorrow."

 

"What... Is it that scary?"

"Jeff won't ride in your car anymore."

 

After saying that, I immediately walked out of the track. Pu Alan didn't say anything, not to repeat me. I still heard a loud laugh chasing me again. It's my fault to challenge him. Normally, he's careful. But the convenience of being close to Alan made my instincts and wits worse. This part, I apologise for half of his fault.

 

"And in conclusion, are you cool?" The pranksy racer shouted after me.

"No!"

 

I replied without looking back at his face because I was afraid that I would accidentally smile at him. I don't want to tell you directly that, in fact, Alan in the racer's suit and his cheerful expression when he was behind the wheel were so cool that my heart trembled. (Shaking because of fear is another part) because I was afraid that he would find something to catch me in the car again.

 

But I have to admit that the performance just now made me understand more why.

 

That's why everyone keeps saying how hot Pu Alan is as a racer.

 

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"What is this crate?"

 

This is a question that Dr Chris asks every time he puts the box on the floor. His face is red because of the lifting and the hot weather. Both personality and family background clearly show that he is not very close to labour. Therefore, today is considered one of Dr Chris's great kindnesses, and it is also my courage. Who dares to ask for help from him?

 

"Book", I answered in a smooth voice while moving the crate into the corner to allow space for the box. Other crates are still lying in the truck.

 

"Again?" The doctor looked at my face even though I was still panting. Don't give up. "How many boxes of books are there? There are only books."

 

"Probably three or four boxes."

"This is not a question sentence."

 

"If you don't want to lift it, put it down. I'll go out and lift it myself." This is not sarcasm. I'm just too lazy to listen to him complain. Actually, just helping with today's hair is considered a merit for comfort lovers like Dr Chris. But he said himself that if there is anything you want to help with, you can tell him. Therefore, I tried not to be considerate of him as I should have been.

 

"Your brother will find out that you are a man again."

"Oh! Get out of the way, the labourer will put things down."

 

In time for his brother to say that he walked in with a large paper crate. He used heavy slang to push Dr Chris, who was standing in the way, to the wall. Before putting the box on top of the box that the doctor had just put down, he sighed heavily when he released a large mass from his arm. Alan lifted his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his brow. He looked a little tired. But he was much more energetic than the other person, even though he was many years older.

 

"I've already brought in many boxes. Haven't you stopped calling you yet?" Doctor Chris looks at Po Alan. These two people don't look at each other strangely. To be honest, I hardly see anyone right with Dr Chris. (Which I can't blame others. Look at his character. That person seems to like (pranking) everyone. I see that only Phu Lui can make me nervous among the doctors. He likes to look at P's eyes. Instead of smiling, while P'Alan is floating. It's like he doesn't like shit but keeps pretending all the time.

 

"Well, before you get each crate, complain and complain again. It will be heavy, it will hurt your hands, it will be hot." To look at Alan, keep complaining as if it's not specific. But actually, it's completely specific. "If you complain like this, why don't you stay at home?"

 

"Well, Charlie asked for help."

 

"As a doctor, can't you assess what is beyond your ability?" Doctor Chris opened his mouth. This is the first time he seems to have no way to fight. Usually, in matters of the mouth, he is second to none. But today, the good-mouthed doctor gave up easily. He split his words and walked out. As if he was going to continue lifting things because he didn't want to be accused of being a master who can't do anything anymore.

 

"Then why are you going to tease him so much?" Even though I don't want to interfere with the small fight between Pu Alan and Dr Chris, I can't help but comment. Since the morning when we started carrying things, moving the house for me, the two of them kept arguing all the way. From trivial things to smaller things than shit. Until now, there is no way to stop. "Aren't you tired?"

 

"I don't know if the doctor is tired or not, but I'm not tired." Pu Alan shrugged his shoulders casually. He's really not tired at all.

 

"But will it be less tiring if you don't make trouble?"

 

"I should be more tired because I have nothing to do while lifting things." I nodded and told Alan to lift the crate that was blocking the entrance to my new house. He turned to lift and passed it on to me knowingly. Jeff was quite right to ask Alan for help. He was both strong, agile, knowledgeable, and had an unexpected wide line. The car I got today was Alan's acquaintance's, who operated a moving service. So we got a special discount. A large car at a low price, and the driver also came to help lift things again.

 

This is probably one of the reasons why Jeff likes to say, 'When you go with Pu Alan, take it off. The brain can be thrown away because it can really manage everything.

 

"What?" The organiser's brother made a slangy face when I stared at him without saying anything. But of course, this is a meaningful stare. "If you have anything, just say it. So don't stare like this. It's scary."

 

"Do you miss P'Way?"

 

This question would be like I pretended to push and hold him by myself before he turned his head upside down. I didn't have to tell you, I know that in Pu Alan's heart, there was still a large hole that collapsed every time he talked about P'Way. At first, he obviously avoided Dr Chris, which I never thought of saying because I knew it was not easy. 

 

When someone looks like a brother who looks like a dead brother, like a sheep that came around in his life again. But in a short time, Po Alan seemed to be closer to the other party. Even after going through many ridiculous quarrels, I can't deny that I saw pictures from the past of these two together.

 

"Don't tell Jeff," P’Alan sighed, but admitted.

"It's not strange to miss him. Jeff forbade me from thinking about Way?"

 

"I don't forbid it, but I don't want him to feel bad." The brother glanced at the door as if he were afraid that Jeff would walk in and hear it. That sneaky attitude made P'Way more like an ex-lover than his close brother. But I'll keep this thought in my heart. Because I know it would be very immoral for him to say goodbye. "Jeff hasn't forgiven Way yet. I know he's uncomfortable. When I talk about Way, it's like Way didn't do anything wrong."

 

"I haven't forgiven you Way," I said flatly. There is no reason to pretend to do it in front of Alan. In the past, I acted like I didn't think about anything when I was in front of other people in the team, just because I didn't want to ruin the atmosphere. But if we talk about true feelings, I'm not different from Jeff. Or to be more sincere, I can say that what I'm feeling is much more intense. 

 

I can't forget what he did to Babe. No matter how much time passes or his body becomes organic remains, he thinks he will never be able to do it. Even on the day my body is in the same condition as his is now.

 

"I know you probably don't want to hear it. But until I die, I can't do it."

"No... I understand."

 

"It should be like that because Babe is my brother." I accidentally let out my anger. Spreading consciousness for a while, I had to try to breathe and tell myself repeatedly that it was useless to lose my head now. Phu Alan did nothing wrong. He just felt different from me. "It's not just P' Way... Babe is my brother."

 

"I know, Charlie, I've known for a long time." Alan's face immediately rose. The vigour was clearly lost in the never-ending flow of the past. I often think that we may all look younger than we are now. If the story didn't happen two years ago, the story was so heavy and forced us to grow up. And some are not even necessary, but we have to grow up. Otherwise, we have to die. "It's not just a fight. One person is the victim and the other..."

 

He can't speak. Alan probably wouldn't have stigmatised his brother as a criminal as he felt with Dean. He sent his brother to jail to sacrifice the integrity of society, and he saw himself as the perpetrator of the mistakes. But in the spirit of being a brother, Phu Alan has never considered his brother a criminal. I don't like Phu Alan's weakness in this matter because it means he is ignoring the victims of his beloved brothers (whether it's Way or Dean; their victim is Babe), but I try to let go of the truth that no one is unbiased because of love.

 

I wouldn't be different myself. If that person were Babe, I wouldn't be better than him.

 

"Chris just made me think of Way." Pu Alan chose to skip that point because he was uncomfortable saying it. As for me, I would be too embarrassed to say that it was okay. "It's like Way is back... In a better way"

 

"But he's not P'Way." I know this may ruin Pu Alan's dream. But let him. The next dream is worse. "Chris is not like Way at all.

 

"I know this one."

"Then you should do as I say."

 

The person we were talking about's voice came from the front of the house. It can't be grasped, but I can guess you're arguing with Jeff about something.

 

"I'm happy if you're close to Chris, but I don't want you to see him as a representative of Brother Way"

 

"I'm just like a younger brother."

"Good," I nodded to him. "He's a younger brother named Chris, not Way."

 

"Charlie! What do you have to see!"

 

The conversation between Alan and me ended without a beautiful epilogue. There was only a short and concise conclusion. The scene was cut by Dr Chris, who stepped in quickly, a mobile phone in hand. And Jeff, who followed behind with a face like a little boy  

 

"What else?" I asked the voice. I'm tired of having to take on hourly headaches from someone who is many years older than me.

 

"Trending again"

 

Dr Chris handed me a cell phone. While Jeff, who was standing behind me, acted like he was going to forbid. He opened his mouth as if he was saying something. But when he saw that the phone was in my hand, my brother just sighed and nodded.

 

I answered the phone from him. Looking down to see what made him wake up in the house. It is an image that has been shared at least ten thousand times on social media. A dark, blurry image that, at a glance, reveals that it is a secret photo. But what makes it interesting is that in the picture, two young men are sitting next to each other in a place that should be called a club or bar. Their faces are roughly the same size, making it look like they are kissing.

 

And without having to dig deeper or even look at the picture, you can clearly see the face. It was immediately seen who these two were. 

 

"I told you not to show it." Jeff turned to softly complain to Dr Chris while the newscaster made a face of indifference to the hmm cream covering my new home now.

 

"Yeah, why did you bring it to me then?" I said before returning the phone to the doctor. Then turn around to look at the belongings cluttering the living room. Looking at this eye roughly, it should be almost complete. Should have to lift the crates of clothes into the bedroom. Otherwise, there will be no space left outside to sit and rest before organising things on the floor. "You can bring the rest in. I'll clear some of them into the bedroom first."

 

There was no conversation after that. Jeff whispered something to P’Alan before turning to complain about Dr Chris again. It's probably a matter of his bringing that picture to me to see. From then on, the garage couple walked outside. Only the doctor was still staring at my back. As if expecting me to say something to that picture that was in the news.

 

"People talk about you a lot," Dr Chris said.

"That's right, don't mention it, it's weird."

 

"He said that Babe cheated on you, and the third hand was Willy."

 

"From the picture, you may think that," I replied while lifting the high lamp and placing it in the corner of the living room. I thought that it should be placed here permanently. "People like to interpret from what they already see."

 

"Do you think it's true?"

 

"I don't know." That's what I can answer as much as possible. No, it's the only answer I can give. "But is it true or not? What's important? Babe and I are fine. Even if he cheated on me, isn't it the truth that we broke up anyway?"

 

"Broke up because of infidelity, and breakups because of other things are not the same."

 

"It's the same." I turned to meet the other party's eyes. I hope my eyes will communicate. It's clear enough that I don't want to hear about it anymore. Whether it's a matter of attracting attention, no matter how much anyone's "Why? In the end, break up. Don't interfere with each other. Each person has their own life."

 

Doctor Chris looked at me still. In his heart, there must be many questions and rumours, but he chose to slip them down.

 

"Well, it's yours", and I'm glad he did.

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After carrying everything into the house, everyone sat down and drank sweet water for about half an hour before going back. I offered to have dinner instead of the cost of moving labour. But everyone refused in one voice. Finally, this evening, I was left alone in the new house with dozens of boxes of various sizes. It will take at least 2 days to arrange everything.

 

In fact, I'm a little relieved that everyone chose to break up first today. Because it's not just moving house that's hard work. But some news played around. I can't help but leave any more comments after talking to Dr Chris. But everyone can guess that my mind is not in a normal state. Of course, not many lovers who have just broken up. 

 

Suddenly, a picture of a man kissing another man appears. I think people who can be ignored may only be God. Because you wouldn't have this kind of ignorant love in the beginning. I guess that. I don't even have a religion. I don't know what to call the feeling now. At first glance, I want an explanation of why they are together. Why are they talking? What kind of relationship? When did this story begin? After we broke up or before breaking up? What does that kiss mean? Because Babe wants comfort or because they love each other? I'm not as good as I was shown in front of Dr Chris. I want to know everything, but then the truth is clear. Shocking all over the brain and stupid lumps in the chest. The fact that no matter what the answer to those questions is, it doesn't matter anymore. 

 

The keyword is 'We broke up'. Even if you know where it doesn't make anything change. I will continue to do what I intended. As for Babe, he followed his path; the storyline may change a little. If the story between Babe and Willy happened before we broke up. Even if it creates a huge wound for me, if you look at it by pressing your own wound, it's even clearer. There's no reason to hold us together again. The words that gave me that I chose at that time may sound more reasonable than I first realised.

 

If you say that I'm sad, it's not wrong. Angry... Maybe it's a little bit, but there's one thing that's ironic. Just thinking about it makes me ashamed. That until now, I'm still making excuses for Babe. I believe that Babe didn't cheat.

 

Of course, I have many questions. I'm just a stupid human who interprets everything from the image. But deep down, at a point that was almost beyond the boundaries of awareness, I repeatedly told myself that there is no way, Babe would never cheat on me. No matter what other people believe, it is like that, but I will be the only one standing here.

 

The loneliness that swallowed my new home made me dive into my own thoughts minute by minute. I was sitting on the living room floor with only one light on. Amidst the encirclement of a small and large light brown paper crate, drowning in endless loneliness Expecting the answer to a question that I didn't even say.

 

Until the doorbell rang in front of the house. Someone must have forgotten something.

 

I got up and went out to open the door with the thought that the person who rang the bell at this time would be Alan, Jeff or Dr Chris

 

"P’Alan said that you got a new address."

No, at all.

 

That's a whole lie.

 

"I realised that you left something at home... So I brought it to you.”

 

That person will be him.

 

Without having to call or text, you don't have to say that today is moving day, you don't have to say where you moved, you don't have to say I've seen that picture, or say how I'm feeling.

 

I expect that he realised on his own that he should come. Come to my house, ring the bell and wait for me to come out and open it. Look at my face, make eye contact with me. Use anything as a claim. No matter how ridiculous it is, I'm ready to believe. Just let him appear in front of me.

 

"What the fuck...I didn't forget anything."

"I know."

 

Just come to stop the feeling that is raging in my heart.