PitBabe series2

It's been a long time since we were both satisfied. Babe looked very tired. But he didn't complain a word. No matter how stubborn I was, his voice, when he said I'm inspiring, was hoarse. His eyes will not close. But he still fought with all his heart and more. He is not just lying down waiting for happiness from PitBabe, a talented person. He has been holding the reins many times. We alternately lead and follow equally. (I lead a little more because of excessive aggressiveness) Making this love chapter a comeback in a few impressive weeks.

 

"Was it enough?" I whispered to Babe, who seemed to fall asleep after my last self-centred round ended. Glancing at the clock, I realised it was already three o'clock. It was a time for both of us, who had our jobs, to rest rather than caress each other like this. But what can I do? Adults also have their own needs. Besides, I'm still considered a teenager. Unlike Babe, who, if true, is regarded as a teenager. "My eyes are closed."

 

"So, Papa, are you enough?" Babe asked back, his voice dry even though he was still sleeping.

 

It's like a cauldron where the water evaporates until it's almost gone.

"Babe, please answer first."

 

"Does that mean it's not enough?"

 

To laugh, Babe still doesn't look strong enough. But he still hasn't teased me. The older man raised his heavy arm before throwing his hand to put it in the middle of my body, which is now only covered with a blanket. He naturally behaves embarrassingly. This is one of the things in Babe that I'm jealous of. 

 

I've been dating him for a long time and still can't absorb this kind of behaviour. The guy suddenly grabs the other person's private space. I know that Babe doesn't care if I do it. But even so, it isn't very comfortable for me anyway. 

 

"It means that if you do it, you can do it again. But Babe can't take it anymore. What should I do?" I see only stronger, braver words. I'm less shy when I have to communicate these needs.

 

"When did you say you couldn't stand it?"

"Before saying anything, would you like to look at your condition first?"

 

"What's up with my condition?" Babe opened his eyes and looked at my face. The strength increased by a dash. Part of it may be because of my insults. "What do you think I can do?"

 

"I don't think it's 'that much'." I don't want to restrain him in this kind of thing. But Babe's condition is now complex, and it's normal. Because of the excessive excitement that had started several hours ago, he and I seemed to be accidentally pulling pranks. When I sat and thought back, I couldn't help but be shocked to let myself go crazy like that. 

 

"I can't open my eyes, I can't stand it. Sleep."

"Aren't you tired?"

 

"I'm tired," I replied. This is probably physical fatigue. The highest level in my months is even "Hug me for a long time."

 

"Come to me, I'll give you a look." Babe acted like he would swallow my head, but I knew. He didn't do it anyway, so I sat down and smiled at him instead.

 

"Pretend to scold, Babe likes it, I know."

 

Babe didn't argue, but smirked. You realise you're secretly scolding me if you don't tell me.

 

"Scold me again." I squeezed the complainer's mouth until I was crumpled. Babe looked at me with his eyes. But he didn't do anything more than that. I just raised my fist and smashed it like I like to do. I still can't stand it. "What's wrong? Why do you like to curse?"

 

"I'm not cursing, I'm just swearing," the voice was still heard.

"Do you keep the story?"

 

"A lot of energy," Babe replied after I let my mouth crumple free. "It's not that I don't have it, but do we have to be tired? Why do you still look normal?"

 

I shook my head gently. "I don't know," I said, "because I'm still young."

 

"I still don't have it."

"Oh... Yes."

 

When tickled, "Ai Wan" seemed to have strength immediately. Babe hit his hand on the front of my leg. It's good that I didn't hit the place where I was resting my hand at the beginning. I looked at it unexpectedly and hadn't said a word yet.

 

"You haven't stopped calling me the glasses again?" I leaned my face down to him. I intentionally wanted Babe to look at my face clearly in case it helps me remember that I'm not wearing the same glasses anymore. "No more glasses anymore"

 

"So why did you have to take off your glasses?"

"What do you think?"

 

"Because I'm going to be cool." Babe's mouth looks like it's full of hair. He's wearing glasses. He doesn't think he's good at flirting."

 

"Flirting?" I raised my eyebrows and looked nostalgically at my beautiful ex-boyfriend's eyes. I just realised now that the real person and the picture are different. In the past, why did I think it was interchangeable? "Am I?"

"Well, that's you."

 

"When did I go to flirt?"

 

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hee, hee, hee, heah, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, 

 

That came out just in time. "Look, talk, play with your ears, play with your eyes, and make a handsome sound."

 

"I thought of it myself." I couldn't help laughing. I swear I didn't mean to do anything as he said. At least I don't think the voice he used now sounds handsome. "Babe thinks I'm handsome. How can you come to me?"

 

"No, it's not the same as before."

"People can change every day."

 

"So why did you change to be a flirt?"

 

"If I'm flirting, what is the name of someone who has just kissed someone else?" Babe, shut up. Of course, he can't argue about this. Past happiness may cause beautiful people to forget that they have a bad guy behind them. I'm not guilty of being angry with him. (And I don't even have the right to be angry.) But if there is a problem with flirting, he won't let me use evidence to defend myself.

 

"Where did you say you're not angry?" When being played by the right job, the talented Pitbabe has a soft voice.

 

"I'm not angry."

"Then why did you dig it up again?"

 

"Use the word to dig? Just fresh and hot?" People who are being shepherded keep their faces down. Inside, they probably want to argue. But I know that they are arguing. No matter where I went, I lost, so Babe used the devil to defeat me instead.

 

"Papa..." Babe crawled onto my lap, speaking in a small voice while gazing at me intently. Even though he doesn't do this, I'm always ready to be soft-hearted. Especially now, it's even weaker.

 

"Yes?"

"I don't think anything... With Willy"

 

"Yes, I already know."

"Forget about kissing." The real flirt hides his face on my lap and makes a sound.

 

 "Delete the memory now"

"How to delete? Did you hit my head?"

 

"Can I?"

"Babe?"

 

"I don't want you to recognise me."

 

I'm speechless, but I don't want to be. He acted like he wanted to hit my head to erase my memory. One corner is cute, so he doesn't want me to remember that mistake. But the other angle is undeniable: How to erase Babe’s memories is a little scary.

 

"It's okay." I slowly rubbed Babe’s head, hoping to comfort and confirm that it wasn't a big deal for me. I just came here to explain everything and had no more questions left. Especially after this long, passionate love story, not to mention questions. I've even forgotten the feeling when I first saw that picture. "I didn't think of anything anymore. Just Babe came, I forgot everything."

 

"Really?" Babe looked up at me with silly kitten eyes. He often does this when he feels insecure. But of course, I never told him I called his innocent eyes a stupid kitten, because Babe probably doesn't like the word "ridiculous".

 

"I don't think I'm thinking about Willy?"

"No," I responded with a smile. "I know what Babe likes."

 

"Are you going to say it like yourself?"

"Babe can say no."

 

"Wow... Charlie"

 

Babe, who seems to be afraid of me, I'm always angry, is considered a strange picture, right?

 

In the past, he would not have been indifferent to my feelings or something like that. Babe cares more than many people think, especially about my story. But he usually hides that fear rather than expressing it frankly, as he does here. It made me realise how much our breakup affected the false hardness in his mind.

 

"I didn't say anything."

"Don't act like you're angry."

 

"I haven't even done anything yet." I put my palm down on Babe's cheek. Moved my thumb to spread the soft lower lip lobe. I can't say anything. Plus, he seems to like snapping my fingers gently like a cat chasing wool. "Don't think too much about me."

 

"I just don't like it when you're angry."

"Does Babe think I like it when Babe is angry?"

 

"It's not the same," Babe argued stiffly. "I'm normal to be angry, but you don't. I'm angry when I'm angry at a big deal."

 

"Do you realise that you are normal to be angry?"

 

"You always talk in my ear. If you don't know, it's crazy." I laughed. It's funny that Babe easily admits to his disadvantages. If we compared it to the first year we knew each other, Babe wouldn't have told me he was like this. He would argue like a tendon. Even though he knew it was more than I said, it was true. "But really, I don't want you to be angry with me. We can fight like we do every day. But I don't want to be so angry until we talk."

 

"Why are you talking like you're asking for reconciliation?"

"And if you say yes... What are you going to say?"

 

This is a difficult situation to describe. If you were asked how shocked you were by what you said just now, you would have to answer honestly, so much so that you accidentally held your breath. But I would say no if you asked if it's beyond expectations. Since we broke up, I have thought about it every night before bed.

 

Babe and I may reconcile tomorrow. Of course, it's not a good idea in my logic now. But deep down, I still believe that it will be possible. The most surprising thing is that I've always thought that the person who will ask for reconciliation first must be me.

 

Not because Babe is that heavy-mouthed, but because I can bear it more.

 

"Are you teasing me?" I still can't help but be suspicious. "If yes, I can tell you that it's not funny. I'm furious about this one."

 

"Are you talking about this kind of thing?" Babe slowly leaned up and sat up. He turned to look at me while making eye contact openly. Now we are both naked people on the bed. Only one blanket covers the suspension, which doesn't seem appropriate when discussing important things like this. "I thought you knew until now, since I came home."

 

"I think Babe just doesn't want me to misunderstand Babe."

 

"That's right," Babe said before taking a deep breath. He doesn't think he's the one who has to say something like this first. This may be partly my fault for dressing him first, before the other person had used it. "But I want to know where you are now. Do you still have feelings for me? Or have you forgotten everything and acted like you didn't care about Willy and me? I'm so heartbroken. I think you don't care about me anymore."

 

"Does Babe think so?"

"What do you mean?"

 

"Who says I don't care?" I asked because I wanted to know, from the bottom of my heart, whether our distance and breakup would make Babe think people like me would ignore his story. Do you think I can do it?"

 

Becoming still, my question may knock on a small window in his heart. Distraction and confusion are reflected in his eyes. I understand that feeling, but my understanding is vague.

 

Since we broke up, it has often happened. When Babe is not by my side, I seem more stupid daily. Things that used to be easily understood become so difficult that the brain can hardly accept them, so there is no need to talk about difficult things.

 

We may live without the other party, but there is no guarantee that we will live a good life as we once did.

 

"I don't know," Babe replied in a soft voice. "You act like you don't care."

"It means I'm very good at acting."

 

"If that calls for a show, it's good. I'm angry with you many times a day."

 

"That's the toughest performance in my life." It would not be wrong to say that I'm tougher than Babe. However, it may not seem like that on the outside. But the evidence is becoming increasingly pronounced, the more days we spend together. Babe is impatient and impulsive. Those habits make him appear tough. And may do things without thinking about other people's minds. 

 

Babe is more sensitive than anyone else. In his head, many stories are written in old notes and folded into a tightly locked box. Very few people are allowed to read. I'm proud to be among the few who have received that prestigious trust. I see Babe's sensitive, weak side more than others do. That's why I can say I'm stronger. At least the past breakup is enough to prove that Babe is too kind. He can't do bad things as I can.

 

"If it's challenging, you can stop acting." Babe moved his palm to rest on the back of my hand. The warmth and longing were conveyed gently but in full measure. His eyes were both begging and pleading, for it was not necessary. I don't like it when Babe had to beg me (except for some occasions, which were the kind of opportunity it was) because the more he asked, the more it meant I didn't give him enough. And that's called a defect. "No matter how you feel, do it, don't force it."

I want to do that too, but I'm unsure whether I have the right to do so. Can you be that much?

 

"But if I force myself, Babe will have much trouble."

"Well," Babe replied suddenly, as if he was about to run out of patience.

 

"This life has met everything. It's a hardship. And as far as I've seen of it, there's nothing as difficult as when I didn't have you."

 

"Babe..."

 

I have one thing I haven't told you yet. If you've told me but don't remember, it should be translated as "I still haven't talked about it enough.”

 

"If you're tired, let's get tired together, Charlie.” Babe is the only one who softens me, at least more than anyone I've ever met.

 

"There is no Babe... Can Papa stay?"

 

I know this may not be the perfect time, but the baby who tilted his neck looked at me and spoke instead, with a cute and hateful tone that makes me laugh. He is so cute. I want to give everything to Babe.

 

"Remember what?" Of course, my posture is not very pleasing to the other person. Babe squinted at me.

 

It was sweet at first, but it became a hard voice after a moment, ready to take the story "seriously.”

 

"Babe is cute", I still can't help but laugh. "

 

"No... Can't live"?"

"It's the same."

 

"Where is it like? It's the opposite."

"In the end, isn't it coming back together?"

 

I stopped laughing because of that sentence. The eyes and the tone of the voice are so serious that I forgot the adorable face and cute pronouns just now. Now, there is only one thing I have to decide. The answer is only one.

 

"This house is beautiful, but do you like to be alone?" Babe said with a serious gesture, "Okay, it may be calmer than when we were together, but it's a little lonely?"

 

I'm being weak because of Babe's simple words. My heart is drifting back to his hands again without me stopping it, even though it belongs to me.

 

"Can you come back and fight as usual?" I'm allergic. There are no words to reply to anymore. Just a kiss... That should explain everything as clearly and completely. Babe received the answer, the reason, and my feelings through this kiss, because otherwise he would not have kissed back so deeply.

 

"Very good, Charlie," Babe whispered, admiring me after withdrawing the kiss. "Brilliant choice."

 

"You can choose what you like, no matter what"

"Are you saying that you don't like it?"

 

"I didn't say that." I smiled before pulling Babe into my arms, placing his chin on my shoulder. The skin of our naked bodies touched each other, making me feel closer than ever and knowing that Babe was nearby made me feel like I could breathe again. I repeatedly told myself I was so lucky I hadn't broken it, as I had always regretted.

 

"I want to get back together. I miss Babe so much."

 

"I miss you too," Babe hugged back. He tightened his hug when he said he missed me.

 

"After this, we will be back together. Like before, wake up together, sleep together, do everything together, like you don't have to think about nonsense anymore."

 

"About.. Nonsense?"

 

"Ugh... What's your research? Don't care anymore. Just coming back together is enough. No matter what happens, we can handle it. Otherwise, will you still be alive now? Really?"

 

The feeling of air and comfort was blown away like a tornado. The houses disappeared in a split second. I let go of my embrace and came out, staring at Babe's face, trying to realise that he had understood what Babe had just said correctly. Because if I didn't understand correctly, it must be Babe's words.

 

"What did you say, Babe?" I asked repeatedly, "The one who said to get back together is Babe. Do you mean that I'm just with Babe?  I don't have to do anything else?"

 

"Oh! Charlie," Babe answered without hesitation. He also made a face, 'Why are you asking something stupid like that?' In the past, you were so busy with other things that we barely had time to be together. If you return this time, you must stop doing those things. You choose me."

 

Looks like I'm going to misunderstand.... It's a terrible mistake.

 

Babe's comeback is a sign of empathy. Our time apart will make Babe understand more about what I'm doing. He will recognise that 'nonsense'  is important, as he does to me. It's not what I want to do. But it's a matter of 'must do'. It's already clear. But listening to him. I said just now that it's not clear enough for Babe to understand.

 

"Why?" Babe asked when he saw that I kept silent. His expression looked worried, which is not strange. Now is the right time for him to worry.

 

"Don't you think like this?"

"I think Babe will understand."

 

"Understand... Understand the matter?"

Babe doesn't understand. I don't understand.

 

"If I didn't think of understanding my reason in the first place, then why did you come back?"

 

This is like another world. The happiness and warmth of my heart pass faster than the happiness of childhood memories that have nothing to remember. From a heart full of hope, now there is only dryness. The endless desert I hate has returned without warning, because the oasis before me is just an illusion.

 

"If Babe still thinks the same. Even if I return, it will end the same way because we feel the same. Fighting about the same thing. Does Babe think that way will survive?"  

 

Our story is almost possible. No... I've already thought about it.

 

"Who will know? Just try it first. Come back together this time, you may change. You can think about it."

 

"Does Babe think about changing it?"

 

Babe is quiet. That's for sure. The answer is so clear that you don't need to use any words. Let me explain again.

 

"I may not have said it enough before..." I can't deny that this is a heartbreaking moment. It's similar to the night we broke up, even though we haven't reconciled. Now I feel like I will break up with Babe for the second time. “But I won't change. Same here."

 

Two times is enough. I can't break up with him anymore.

 

"Is it easy for you to leave me for something else?" The palms that used to touch each other were separated. When Babe realised he couldn't change my mind, I wanted to hold his hand more. But that would be beyond his ability. "You said you care about me. But when you have to choose between me and your crazy ideology, you don't hesitate to throw me away, do you?"

 

I don't know how to answer without regretting it.

"In conclusion, do you love me or not, Charlie?"

 

It's like a question. But Babe doesn't want an answer from me anymore. He got out of bed before bending down to pick up the clothes scattered on the floor and put them on in a hurry, as if just a second to use the air together makes him want to vomit. Babe doesn't look as angry as the first time we broke up. But in terms of feeling, this time I can feel more anger. Anger that doesn't explode but is combined. Packed in him, and there is quite a high chance that it will condense into something more than anger.

 

"Ask like you don't know." I got up and put on some clothes. I can see that even if I sleep now. Talking probably will not help. "Isn't this clear?"

 

"If you ask now, you'll know." Babe wears the same T-shirt he wore. Tear it down until his hair is messy. Babe's head posture irritates me as well. Instead of being absorbed by the relationship that doesn't connect, they become angry with each other. "Know that I don't love you at all."

"Do you want to lie? Okay, I don't love Babe at all. Are you satisfied?"

 

"Very satisfied. Thank you for finally telling the truth." I don't like it when we are sarcastic with each other. But I can't stop myself.

 

"I've been waiting for this time for a long time."

"Wait for me to say I don't love you?"

 

"Waiting for you to stop bullshit." We stood on opposite sides of the bed. The clothes were casually draped over the body because everyone was interested in the speech battle that happened without an appointment. Who would believe the two people standing and looking at each other now? A few hours ago, they had caressed and called each other as if they were heartbroken. And when it was less than half an hour ago, they still acted like they would come back together again. 

 

"Pretend to say love for a long time. Are you uncomfortable? Huh?"

"No," I answered flatly. "The word love is not that difficult to say."

 

"No surprise, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to lie for years."

"So I'm very good at lying, that's why Babe never suspected it."

 

"Of course, you're good at lying." Babe looked at me with a disdainful smile. For a long time, I didn't get this expression from him. It's not called missing you. But it's like we went back to the first day we met, when he didn't love me and looked at me as a toy to kill time, just like looking at his other partners. "Since I was born, I have thought of the person who plays the best theatre. The most famous in the world is Tony. But now I think I've met someone with the same skills."

 

It shouldn't hurt this much. Just go back to when we didn't love each other. It's not difficult at all.

 

"And to be honest, it's not surprising. Father and son, the fire is not that much."

"Babe!"

 

Once again, I accidentally raised my voice at him. But this time, Babe was not even surprised. He stared at his eyes without fear. He also looked delighted, which made me lose control. It must be like that. Babe knows where to play with me, the most hurt. He knows that I hate Tony. I don't want to do anything. And what I hate the most is being told I'm like that guy.

 

I'm not like him. No matter how many generations I'm born, I'll never be like him. And I'm not his child. I have never been and never will be.

 

"I like it when you yell at me," said Babe with a floating face without feeling it. At the same time, I can only look up at the ceiling and take a deep breath to avoid accidentally revealing that kind of identity again. "It looks sincere."

 

"No... Babe doesn't like it." I shook my head slowly, still not daring to make eye contact with him. "I'm sorry."

 

"Sorry, why are you yelling again?"

"Enough, Babe"

 

"Umm... It's close, it's a little louder."

 

"You can go back," I said in a deep voice. I didn't think I had to come out like this. But if you let Babe continue to annoy me, I'll have to do something crazy, accidentally. "If you do this habit, go back. I don't want to argue anymore."

 

"Do you think you want to stay?" Babe's face was before walking straight to the bedroom door and pulling the door open. But instead of walking out, he stopped, still for a moment as if he wanted to say something for the last time. "You're right."

He said in a still voice, not looking back at me.

 

"I know you love me"

I'm relieved to hear that, even in a situation that is not very relieving.

 

"But it's just not as much as I love you... That's all."

 

The sound of the door closing. Babe disappeared from the bedroom and my life. My legs were weak because of his last words. I sat on the same bed where the person who had walked away was still warm. But it was just a warm steam. That's all he left for me.

 

From the fact that I'm glad that at least Babe doesn't think I don't love him. Now it's harder and more stunned than before. I repeatedly ask myself, 'Why, why, why, why am I so cheap?' I've had many years to make Babe happy. And I've always been confident that I've done that job well. Until today, the truth has been revealed. Babe answered the assessment results that I've never realised before. And it's not impressive at all.

 

I love him less than he loves me.

 

That kind of thing... How can it happen?

 

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Over the past few days, I have been doing my main job of helping Charlie manage a new house. In addition to being a house for finding a home and negotiating a sale, I must be both an engineer, an architect, and an interior designer. Sonic said that I care for my boyfriend's brother, which is strange, as I am not my brother. You may forget that Jeff's brother is Charlie. And Charlie is also one of my brothers. It's unfair that everyone often sees Charlie as Jeff's brother or Babe's boyfriend because of that. 

 

This child is well cared for because he has a relationship with my significant other. Although it's not at all, I care for Charlie because he is directly important to me.

 

Charlie is often overlooked when he needs help, because he doesn't like to ask for it. No matter what, he likes to think alone and handle it quietly. If you don't ask, I won't talk. Because of that, I always have to ask him what he's doing. Is there any problem? Is there anything that can help? If Charlie trusts, he will tell me. Even to me, it is trusted only in some things. Partly because he is cautious, and another part of me is that Charlie doesn't like others to boil because of him. This wasn't for Jeff and me. Charlie wouldn't allow me to help like this.

 

Jeff and I stop by Charlie's house every day. Help each other assemble new tables, cabinets and shelves. Arrange things in their own way. This is a job that will take longer than expected because Charlie has many things he wants to keep. Most of them are books and toys that have been collected. Only the car model has a large cabinet. Half of it is a gift from Babe. I immediately knew when Charlie told me to hold them carefully. Listen to the tone. I would have shaved my head and apologised if I fell to the floor.

 

We spent two full days organising the shelves and decorating the interior as much as possible. Charlie helps us whenever he is free, but most of it's still my job with Jeff. As you know, he has a lot of tasks to deal with each day. Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked Jeff and me to help in the first place.

 

After the interior decoration of the house is almost one hundred per cent in place, today we move to the outside. Charlie's house is the one I bought later. Many points still have an old frame in good condition, such as the garden next to the house. Even though there are no trees left, sturdy shelves remain for pots. It is a wooden shelf that is nailed to the outer wall. I repaired some layers where the fasteners were starting to loosen, repainted, and then prepared small potted wood to arrange them. At least it will make the house look more livable. Although the owner of the house radiates cream everywhere you pass by.

 

"Have you talked to Babe?"

 

I can't choose a topic to discuss while gardening. Because as soon as I asked, I immediately received a sigh back. Charlie poured new soil into the pot of the pepper tree before answering in a flat voice.

 

"What do you want me to talk about?"

"Well, in case we can get in touch. I haven't seen his head for days."

 

"If you haven't seen it yet, don't ask me."

 

"Are you fighting again?" It's okay to say that Ji is black-hearted, but I can't help it. The more I don't see Babe like this. It's a worrying sign. "The other day, he came to see you, right?"

 

"Ugh... Come on."

"And fight each other again?"

 

"I don't want to fight a little bit," Charlie replied. I wholeheartedly believe that he doesn't want to fight with Babe. In the past, I've always seen how much Charlie tries to compromise. But dealing with Babe is not easy. And the only person who does it the best is Charlie. But if this guy still can't take it, I don't know who can handle Babe. "But they don't talk about it. The more he tries, the more they fight."

 

"Why did he come to you?"

 

"He came here to explain about Willy."

"So, are you very angry with him?"

 

"I'm not angry. I understand that," the boy replied. His hand was still busy moving the plants. But I know there are no trees left in Charlie's head now, or worse. He probably didn't think about trees from the beginning. "Babe explained everything. I'm okay. I'm glad to see you. We almost reconciled."

 

"Really?" Charlie probably doesn't know how happy I am to hear the word reconciliation, even if it comes with the word 'almost'. So why just almost? It's excellent. Let's go."

 

"If it's that easy, it's good."

"Then why are you making it so difficult?" Charlie laughed, but there was a chuckle in his throat, as if he were pitiful for himself until he spoke. Can't come out more than laugh with fullness.

 

"I made it easier," Charlie replied. A faint smile still adorned her face. But I felt lonely just by staring at that smile. "Let's continue dating, but it's too Difficult"

 

Many times, I'm fortunate. Even in the first phase between Jeff and me, I'll have to make an effort that I've never made before to break down his high wall. But if compared to Charlie and Babe, my story becomes small. Compared to it, starting a relationship with someone is just a general effort. As for those two of them, they're like playing on a pile of sharp glass, fun, exciting, but they never have a time for true peace. 

 

Each person takes turns stepping on their feet on the broken glass so that the other's feet are floating above the ground. Take turns to be happy for a while. But the two feet are soaked in blood, and the wounds are inflicted every day when one party decides to get up from the ride, the person will be left badly hurt. But don't forget that the person walks out.

 

I want both of them to be happy, but I don't know what to do.

"Babe will never change his mind. He still wants me to leave everything to be with him."

 

"So can't you do that?" I asked for the name. This second, complicated thought was no longer necessary, as the relationship between the two brothers was already messy enough. "I thought that for you, Babe, would be the most important."

 

"Well, that's right."

 

Charlie turned to meet my eyes. There was only silence around us before turning back to pay attention to the tree before us. I didn't dare to ask anything more because I stood between understanding and understanding. All of a sudden, I seemed to understand what Charlie said. However, I didn't understand it all when I tried to think it through. Maybe the part I understood was even smaller.

"These two trees have no place to be." Jeff walked out the door next to the house, carrying two small jade pots. He was responsible for finding a place for the tree in the house, which seemed to be placed until there were no more for the two tiny shoots in his hand. "Where to put it?"

 

"You can put it together with these," I replied. Jeff nodded and walked to stand between Charlie and me. "There are so many trees. The owner of the house will get a lot of work."

 

"It's good that I won't have free time to think about nonsense," Jeff said with a dead face. The person who was alluded to turned to look at his brother. He opened his mouth as if to argue, but in the end, he just shut up. It was like he realised that he was too tired to argue with his sister now. "Stay with trees and grass; the mind will be calm."

 

"It's calm," Charlie muttered as if talking to himself, but at the same time, he was able to see. It was intended for the younger brother to hear.

 

"I  miss my ex-boyfriend every day. What will I take to calm down?"

"People who don't have an ex-boyfriend teach others."

 

"Do you have to have cancer first to be able to treat cancer?"

"If it can be cured, it's good. I usually see only the mouth moving."

 

I looked at the two brothers, their faces still, arguing without knowing what to do. The two are the same in some places, but it gets a little creepy. Especially when they don't give up like this, they use stillness to fight. The mouths are malicious, and they can't eat each other. Because both of them are smart and acidic, making it. Audiences like me dare to intervene at all. Afraid that I will become another opponent. Of course, I can't fight the two brothers like me.

 

Because I knew I wouldn't be able to stop the army, I arranged the tree quietly. I picked up two pots from Jeff to hold while looking for a suitable spot for them. When I looked up, I found that the high floor above the head was still enough meat to have the remaining beef. I may have to move the existing pots a little closer together, but it shouldn't be very deformed. Now it even looks too awkward.

 

I started to push the pots one by one, starting from the farthest leaf, moving in and moving in until the leaf above Jeff's head. I moved the pot slowly as I did with the other leaves before. But suddenly, Charlie turned around and raised his hand above Jeff's head. The next second, the pruning shears fell from the shelf onto his palm instead of Jeff's head.

 

I'm stiff. Looking at the pruning shears in Charlie's hand, even though he still can't breathe, all over his stomach. Those scissors are tiny, but they're heavy, and the tip is sharp. I don't want to think that if it fell on Jeff's head at the height, how many needles could be stitched? If it weren't for Charlie's very sensitive nature, Jeff would have had blood now.

 

And the person who almost hurt Jeff was me. I moved the pot without noticing the pruning shears on it.

 

"Almost gone," Jeff blinked as if he had just realised he was close. He looked shocked that Charlie took it in time. "It's too fast, Charlie."

 

"Yeah," Charlie replied, before setting the pruning shears on the table. The attitude was calm as usual. Probably because he knew what would happen beforehand, he didn't have the shocked attitude everyone else did. That attitude, like Babe's, is not wrong.

 

"I'm sorry, Jeff." I reached out and rubbed Jeff's head, feeling guilty. Until now, I'm still shocked. And I'm the only one whose heart falls on the astragalus. These two brothers look very normal. "I don't see it."

 

"It's okay," Jeff replied with a kind smile. "Well, I don't see this." Jeff wasn't blaming me. But I was so angry that I wanted to smash my head with those heavy pruning shears for once. If I regained consciousness, it might not be a big deal. Jeff forgot about it. But I know this story will leave a mark on my heart for days to come because it's been like this for a long time. My heart is now full of traces. Scratches that Jeff can't see. But it hurts me periodically every time I think about it.

 

I know Jeff must regret that I think like this. However, it's hard for me to stop myself from thinking. The more I feel worthless. Looking in the mirror, I see myself as an old uncle who cooks for the children. Keep forbidding when they play pranks. Keep away when they fight each other. The more I feel incompetent. Jeff is very good at everything. He takes good care of himself. Or even if it's a matter that he can't handle himself. He still has a good brother and should be cared for.

 

Charlie and Jeff talked about difficult science I didn't understand. Charlie helped solve math problems and Sudoku, Jeff's hobby. Charlie created an illusion to help Jeff understand the racer's perception while sitting in the car, without sitting in the side seat, like I used to take him. This is a way that does not improve the driver's understanding of their position. It also makes him nauseous. Charlie helps Jeff catch a former garage mechanic who used to steal tools and spare parts.

 

The car is for sale. After a week of investigation, it's still not about Charlie using his perception to help Jeff repeatedly. For example, the incident a few minutes ago, in which I was the perpetrator, and Charlie came to protect me, as always.

 

I don't feel jealous of Jeff and Charlie. That's too ridiculous. I know they're brothers with a stronger bond than many siblings. But I have to admit I'm honestly jealous of Charlie. He's good at everything, mature, cool, and reliable.

 

Meanwhile, I, a man who is older than him, can't even do half of what he can. All that's because I'm normal. I have nothing to help Jeff. Additionally, it often makes things more difficult.

 

If I had a sense, it would be good. At least I would be able to understand Jeff when he is in pain because of his mind. I would be able to comfort him as someone facing the same world, not just embrace him from the world of ordinary people and repeatedly say that it's okay. How can it be OK? Why do I always say something without a head?

 

I want to do more, be closer to Jeff, understand him, protect him, and be the first person he will rely on, no matter what happens.

 

I want to be more special.

 

I hate.... That I'm normal.

 

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"Hmm... What do you all want to hear today?" The image of Charlie sitting at the desk with a mobile phone and a tripod has become a familiar sight in the lab, and everyone has grown accustomed to it. Everyone says they don't want to believe that Charlie would do something like this, which is understandable. Even though I haven't known him briefly, I still feel like I'm watching the monkeys meditating. 

 

It's not because Charlie did poorly. He did a great job. Both his image and charming personality attract people's attention. Speaking casually, but realistically conveying what I want to communicate. Not crowded but clear. When people have issues to discuss, they meet at least once a week until it becomes a weekly event they look forward to.

 

Seriously, I'm waiting, too. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been sitting behind the camera like this. I also want to know what this young man will say to shock the adults. As I mentioned (which is considered a minor point compared to the information we have), it prompts you to answer the phone and receive warning letters. If it weren't as wild as Charlie, I would have escaped the country by now.

 

"I didn't prepare anything to say today. I want to come live. I'm afraid that everyone will forget the face." Charlie, his chin comfortably resting, chases his eyes, reading comments that scroll by quickly. There is a problem with the system. But it's a normal phenomenon that happens every time Charlie comes to live. "Do you miss me? I miss you too."

 

Charlie exudes charm so naturally that this kid might be a suitable internet idol. It would be quite prosperous if you didn't like peace and hated people. But that's it. Saying that, Charlie would make a face like a stink of a rotten thing and replied, 'What do you say? Being a doctor, you have to be smart, right?' Haeng

 

"I've seen it. Don't pay attention." Charlie suddenly said that. His expression was still flat. But there must be weirdoes to fill in bad comments. I know Charlie ignores the words of brainless people anyway. But I care, so let's see what they're commenting on.

 

'If you're not handsome, will someone come to see you?'

'Ex-husband is so good at finding light'

 

'Break up with Babe, and it's good.'

Who doesn't know what Beauty Privilege is like? Come and see here."

 

'It seems to have a brain, but it still sells its face.'

Oh.... This is it.

 

Even the Buddha has people who hate it. It's not strange that people who look immaculate, like Charlie, can be hated, too. I'm sure Charlie recognises and understands that well. It's just that those words are too eye-catching. Even if I don't receive direct hatred, I still feel a little warm in my head. What about Charlie? The fact that he doesn't show that way doesn't mean he's not hurt.

 

"It's good to come and see because I'm handsome. I don't see where it's wrong." Charlie laughed. The attitude still looks relaxed as usual. Suppose I were the one who typed those messages. Now I would be hot in my heart. "Everyone likes to see things that they think are beautiful. 

 

If it's for everyone, I'm something that looks comfortable on the eyes. I don't have any problems." I can't guess what's inside Charlie. But what he showed is quite impressive. I'm liking him already. The more I see this, the more I love my heart. It's been a long time since I last met other humans who do something that I like. Really kind.

 

"If you ask if it's a privilege, I think so. Because I'm good-looking, so people want to come and see, right?" Charlie said and smiled as if he were telling a story to a child. But if what came out of his mouth is a children's story, it would not pass the censorship pile.

 

"So I ask back. If you look like me, will you use this face or keep it at home?"

 

But if I were that child, this would be a story I would want to listen to every night before bed.

 

"I was born with this face. I don't care whether people like or dislike my face; it may meet the standard. Like most people, I can't determine it. The only thing I can do is choose what to do with this face."

 

Comments that are already running fast run even faster. Charlie's live stream is shared on other platforms. The number of visitors is increasing. Charlie has done nothing but smile, look at the camera and say everything he wants to say. There is no script. There is no team to help. There is only me lying behind the camera, and I don't think I will help him at all. Charlie doesn't need my help, believe me.

 

"I can use this face to make money. It's my right. But I don't want to do that yet. I understand that my face may distract some people. Make you feel persistent or hateful. I give it to your right. As long as you don't mess with me, just do it. It may be the only happiness in your life. I understand."

 

The sound of howling came down from the second floor. Without telling you, I realised that the researchers secretly sat and watched Charlie's live stream as well. Today's content is so interesting. Who wouldn't want to participate?

 

"That saying that I find the light is true, what I'm doing. Without light, there is no way to succeed. That's why I came to sit here. Even though I really like to be at the racetrack more."

 

Charlie's eyes were dim when talking about the racetrack. Charlie barely talked about racing since he broke up with Babe. But I know he still misses it. He misses sitting behind the wheel as a racer. Miss the curved track, think of the racing suit, think of the audience and the hot cheers, miss the pit and Paddog, miss X Hunter, and what I'm sure he misses more than everything I mentioned.

 

His only partner and trainer. Charlie misses PitBabe.

 

"So... If the face is handsome, it will make everyone come to see me. I will use this page to talk.

 

Until everyone understands what I'm saying. "But it would be better if Pitbabe were aware of the young man's nostalgia. Charlie's withered mind will be refreshed every day. If you're a famous racer, he understands why Charlie is here. Of course, if that's the case, it would be boring for me. But with Charlie, there is no doubt. He would be much happier than he is today.

 

"The only thing I want to say today is that next Friday we will have an outdoor event for the first time. The team and I will go. There are many things I want to say. And there are many more that I want to show everyone. I don't want to spoil too much because I'm afraid I won't be excited. But I promise that if we meet, no one will be disappointed. "I'm not happy. I still do this well if someone in my heart is by my side, people like Charlie.

 

It's probably not difficult to dominate the world.

 

"Come a lot. I want to see everyone." The handsome young man smiled sweetly. Making a pleading sound that both young and old had to melt their hearts. To be honest, I also accidentally glanced at it. This kid is more dangerous than I thought. "I used to meet only at the field. Now I've seen it outside. Can't you come?" Seeing it, I can't help but wonder if Charlie is this diligent when he is with Babe. If the answer is yes, I'm not surprised that people like PitBabe will be obsessed with Charlie. Who doesn't want Charlie to do anything other than be with himself?

 

"This one, I invite everyone. Even if you like me or hate me, you're welcome to come. I just want to have a lot of fun together."

 

I laughed and shook my head lightly. I was speechless at Charlie's stinging. He may not be the type of rampant type like Babe. But believe me, he's not a person.

That will allow others to chop as they like. These crab mouths, who come to harass, are considered very lucky that Charlie didn't pay attention. Because if you try to get angry seriously once, then they would have seen hell with their eyes for the first time. And as someone who has seen it many times, I don't recommend anyone to visit.

 

Charlie's livestream continued not long after. He spoke with visitors and invited everyone to our first off-site event. And while Charlie was spreading a sweet smile for the millionth time, my eyes stumbled upon a comment that came up. The check mark next to the account name made me notice his comment more easily than the others.

 

"See you, Papa"

 

The comment came from an account named Pitbabe.