PitBabe series2

"Babe... Deceiving ghosts"

(Huh?)

 

"I'll call you back."

(What-)

 

There is not much time to report everything right now. I have to hang up with Babe first. With Babe, you can explain later. Because what needs explanation the most now is the ghost of P'Way standing out there.

 

"This... Is it Charlie?"

 

P’Way's ghost can speak. He spoke out loud because he saw that I was standing here for a minute instead of walking to open the door for him. It may look rude. But how can I do that? Let the ghost into the lab.

 

"Charlie, right?"

 

He kept asking the same questions repeatedly. Seeing this would support one theory of the afterlife. That is, the dead soul will only have a vague memory of when it was a human. That's why he can't recognise me. But if you don't remember, why did you come to me?

 

"Oh! That's it!"

 

While I stood still, I was unsure which prayer to say to open the door or begin praying. Touch's voice was louder. He walked down the stairs and walked straight to the front door before unlocking it for Way's ghost to come inside. The couple hugged and greeted each other intimately. Getting close to normality made me breathe easier because I didn't think Touch would be so close to the ghost, for sure.

 

"Come in and cool off on the air conditioner first. It's so hot outside." Touch pulled the arm of the person who looked like Way (I admit that he's not a ghost) and walked straight to me. He made eye contact with me. Still smiling kindly as usual, even though I'm a jerk who won't open the door for him to come in. And until now, I still can't think of how to start the sentence.

 

Good "This is Charlie, the big boss, who told me"

Fortunately, there is P'Touch. He will be able to act as my mouth instead of the real thing. It looks like it's broken.

 

"Charlie, this is Dr Chris, my nephew."

 

"Chris, that's enough." Dr Chris turned to touch. He looked a little embarrassed to be introduced in that manner. But it doesn't sound embarrassing. If I graduated, the doctor would also like to be recommended by Dr Charlie. (But I can't call myself that.) "Hi, Charlie, just call me Chris."

 

"Ah... Yes," my voice came back, but it was hoarse and ugly. "Charlie, Yes."

 

"I've heard a lot about Charlie. Touch told me a lot." I don't know what Touch told him about me. But Dr Chris has had a good attitude towards me from the first time I met him. He looks very friendly. The attitude is like that of a kind doctor in the pediatric department. But it doesn't look boring. His eyes look dull. Should be a fun person or a troublemaker like Babe. Overall, he is entirely different from P’Way. That person has hated me from the first day until the last. 

 

The personality is a rich, big-mouthed, and mean-looking one, unlike Dr Chris, who looks much kinder. However, the appearance is almost identical. Even the shape and height don't appear to be different at all. He's like Way in the good doctor's version. Otherwise, I wouldn't have mistaken him for a ghost. But can these spirits know that they are being gossiped about?

 

"Are you okay? I've been pale since just now," Dr Chris said. Should I be worried?

"Do you work so much that you forget to eat again?" P'Touch grabbed his waist, and his feet immediately complained as soon as Dr Chris said. I'm like that. "I wonder if I have to let Babe handle it."

 

"It's not like that." I quickly refused before P'Touch sued Babe about this. Of course, it's not because I'm afraid of Babe, but because I don't want him to worry.

 

"I just... A little bit shocked."

"Shocked?" P'Touch made a surprised face. "What's the matter?"

 

"Uh..." I'm not sure if I should say this. It may prompt me to take a closer look. It can be strange. Additionally, it may confuse newcomers. If I say that he is like someone else, and also a dead person. "Brother Chris...Handsome."

 

That's the only excuse I can think of. Of course, it made the person being talked about make a good face for a moment before laughing, which made me realise that my words were more embarrassing than I had imagined.

 

"I'm going to sue Babe." P'Touch made a face as if he were planning evil in his heart. "Hit for sure."

 

"It's not like that.."

"Who is Babe?" Dr Chris asked with interest.

 

"His boyfriend, P'Touch, swayed at me.

"Charlie is a celebrity." The young doctor turned to look at my face. The smile is still adorning his face all the time. At first, I thought he was just a person with good interpersonal skills. But now I'm starting to believe that he should be one of the unpredictable types.

 

"A lot of followers, sneaking a look"

"Hang, he's so handsome."

 

I tried to prevent P'Touch from saying anything more embarrassing. But it doesn't seem that easy. When the newcomer himself appears to be diligent in finding something to say to me, I can't stop.

 

"Handsome, smart, good-hearted," Dr Chris said, "and also a racer."

"Right, right, complete the formula, hot guy" Just look at the posture and go. The two grandchildren get along well, like a flute, so I chose.

 

I can't give up and accept those embarrassing compliments all the time I've been standing here. I can't help but peek at Dr Chris from time to time. He is really like Brother Way. No matter how you look at it, he can't deny that fact at all. Previously, I had always thought that the Doppelgänger theory was just a conspiracy theory. Or a story to deceive children. It seems impossible to find someone who, like us, looks so much like a twin. But after meeting Chris, that's probably not just about fooling children.

 

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Jeff's voice pulled me out of the trance. Since morning, I've felt like I'm not fully conscious. It may be since yesterday. Last night, I barely slept. Because I had been thinking about a brother with whom I felt guilty for two years, it seemed like I was doing the right thing, right... 

 

For people who have been committed, right against morality, right against the laws of the country, I have enough knowledge and maturity to understand that. But as a human being and a brother who sent his brother to prison by himself, accuracy will not fill the deep hole in my heart.

 

"Oh... IK" I'm not even sure if I'm okay or not. However, I answered that way because it was the most correct answer. "Thank you for being a friend."

 

"Say something like that, Jeff must have already come."

 

Today is Dean's release day, one of my X-Hunter's younger brothers - the younger brother I accidentally neglected and ignored on the day he tried his best. A brother who was so stupid that he chose the dirty path, and I was not smart enough to reach out to help him on the day he could, until the whole story had to go to the point where he and I couldn't fix anything anymore.

 

For two years, I visited Dean every week. Ask him about the suffering and tell him the story that has happened in a short amount of time. Every action and conversation is in the eyes of the guard. It is undeniable that meeting Dean makes me feel depressed every time. The more I see his life. Recognise what is happening inside. 

 

One voice in my head often reinforces that it's all because of me. I'm the one who pushed him to stand on the abyss. When he almost falls, he has to grab whatever is closest to his hand to survive. There is no time to stop. Consider whether it will be a root or a bomb. And on the day he survived, I locked him in another hell instead.

 

"Alan" North walked in with Sonic. The couple arrived behind me and Jeff for a few minutes.

 

"Dean came?"

"Not yet, he told me in a moment.

"It looks so depressed here." North looked around, muttering, before being struck by Sonic's palm on his arm.

 

"Well, it's not an amusement park," Sonic scolded. "Behave well."

"I haven't done anything yet."

 

"Quiet," Sonic gritted his teeth. I knew he didn't want North's words to affect my mind. As I realised more and more how bad this place was, it reinforced my realisation that the person who sent Dean here was me, not anyone else.

 

"Alan"

 

This time it's not North's voice anymore. I looked up and got up from the chair as soon as I saw the face of the owner of that voice.

 

"Ai Dean", I went to hug my brother. I was happy to see Dean in an outfit that suited him. It's not a dress that was forced to wear like hundreds of other people. His face looked brighter than the last time we met. Dean smiled widely, like every time we met, as if to say, 'It's okay.' I can feel that kind of message. However, the difficult part is that I don't believe it one hundred per cent. It's like I can't forgive myself.

 

"Got home somewhere."

"Ugh, I miss home so bad."

 

"Dean!" My time was only for a few seconds. The bastard couple rushed in and dragged me out and hugged Dean instead. Jeff stood still outside the circle as usual.

 

"I miss you so much," North said while still hugging Dean tightly. "You're gone, there's no one to Practice."

 

"Hang, your partner has run away from Go Inter," Dean laughed.

"I'm back," Sonic slammed, "but I don't practice anyway. You come out. It's good to practice as a friend."

 

"I want to practice," Dean said with a smile, his eyes overlooking the two troublemakers. Come to me, "But I don't know if there's anything left for me."

 

It's a question that hurts and relieves at the same time. In the past, I was terrified that Dean might not want to be part of the team again after my big mistake and all the chaos that happened. But his eyes and words are like a sign that tells me that this is an opportunity for us to start over again, even though the remaining fragments are still there.

 

"It's left," I replied. At the same time, I could feel someone's cold palm moving a lot as they held my hand. Jeff, who stood quietly from the beginning of the choice, always moved closer when I needed him. "Team X has you all the time, never without you."

 

Dean nodded in response. As he said, he smiled every time we met. But this was the first time in two years that a smile came from genuine feelings. I often felt his inner conflict. Today, there is no more.

 

"And this... Didn't Babe come?" Dean's voice was a little lower. He swept his eyes around, looking for the owner of the name as if he were expecting to meet. And when he found that there was no sign of Babe, Dean lost his face. "Is he still angry with me?"

 

Dean has always thought that. Even though Babe has visited him many times. But just because Babe never said 'forgiveness,' Dean believes that his brother hasn't forgiven him. And today, there is not even a shadow of Babe. That thought is even emphasised as true.

 

“Babe is busy. Taking Charlie to the doctor." That was the first sentence Jeff said to Dean.

 

I thought he wouldn't open his mouth anymore. "But he said he would wait at the garage. , Charlie, too, "Just a simple sentence and a smooth tone of voice. Instead, it makes Deen tear up easily. Because the speaker is Jeff, too, it sounds credible if it's me. North or Sonic, who speaks? Dean may think it's just a lie to make him feel comfortable. It's a little dishevelled. But I'll let it go first. "He didn't come because he hated me, did he?"

 

"No, Babe doesn't hate anyone."

 

The more Jeff answered, Dean's smile became wider and wider, as if the speaker had magic.

 

"So what's wrong with Charlie?" Dean asked. 

"I see that my eyes hurt, but it's not a big deal."

"Ah.... This is it."

 

"Babe has forgotten about that for a long time," I said. My words will weigh as much as Jeff's words. But it will help Deen lighten his mind. "No one is addicted to anything anymore."

 

"Yes, I forgot everything," North added, along with Sonic nodding a lot and confirming another voice.

 

Dean smiled. He made eye contact with me for several seconds, as if he wanted to say something. "If everyone forgives... I'm fine."

 

That's what Dean decided he wanted to say. And I immediately realised that the last sentence was the point he wanted to tell someone who still lived with the story two years ago, like me.

 

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"How are you? It's gone."

 

"Babe, can you not aggravate me?" Charlie said in a soft voice while strolling in a state like a practising pirate. But in reality, this young man is just a child with an inflamed eye who has just left the examination room. "I'm not feeling well."

 

To be honest, I want to aggravate it even more. If compared to last night's stubbornness, I said again that his left eye looks really red. But Charlie kept saying that it was just dry eyes. Use eye drops to disappear. And also tease me.

 

That 'unconscious compress'. The result was that the talented father woke up in the morning and burst into tears, refusing to stop until he had to rush to take him to the doctor. If this is not attached to the condition of this one-eyed child, it is very pitiful. I would have organised a special prayer for another significant chapter.

 

"Oh... Are you sick, kid?" I crushed Charlie's hair so hard that his hair swelled into a bird's nest. Charlie just rolled his eyes (I can only see one side) with a grim expression and didn't think about styling my hair at all. It was my hair that I couldn't help, until I had to reach out and arrange it myself.

 

"How are the symptoms? Do you still hurt?"

 

"No, but it's very itchy." Charlie raised his hand to pretend to rub his eyes. But he could only scratch the air near his eyes because the doctor had put a blindfold on him, both to prevent germs from worsening the already infected eye and to prevent him from rubbing it.

 

"Stop, don't let me see that you're rubbing your eyes." I pointed my finger and made a scolding sound. This is enough to control the behaviour of the one-glass. Charlie pouted as if secretly complaining. But he agreed to put his hand down, but well. And of course, after this, I still have to keep an eye on him. "Today, you don't have to do anything, just lie down and rest."

 

"Fine"

"My eyes hurt."

"Only one eye hurts, the other side can still work," Charlie argued, as if I had just told him to quit X Hunter, quit university, and quit Project 101, even though I had just told him to take a break. "I'm not going out for a while, just sitting and reading work at home."

 

"The point is not to go out or not. The point is that I won't let you use your eyes too much." This is my most serious tone. It will make Charlie less stubborn. If it were before, it would probably work anyway. Because this kid is afraid of shrinking hair, but now it's changed. 

 

The sprankster in the past has become the current boyfriend. That's the truth that I have to make up my mind. "The doctor said that using one eye for a long time can lead to a headache. You should rest until you take off your blindfold. Don't argue because I can hear with your ears."

 

"And Babe will let me stay alone."

"Then, if you stay alone, will it die?"

"I'm not going to die, but I'm bored."

 

"I'll entertain you." It's not often that I'll be in control of Charlie's behaviour. (Of course, I'm usually the one who is more controlled) Because of that, I feel a little fun. Although I shouldn't joke about my boyfriend's suffering, but what? Yes, Charlie will say when I'm lost. "Prepare to deal with the top child. Pit Babe," I said while throwing Charlie's medicine bag into my hand, making a face at the sea, hoping it would make the patient feel better. Just hurting my eyes alone is pitiful enough. This is also forbidden to work. Millions of eight that I like to do every day. I can understand that it would make Charlie quite frustrated.

 

"Are you embarrassed?" Charlie squinted at me before looking around the outpatient building, where both doctors and patients were walking back and forth. Everyone here is in a hurry and obsessed with their affairs. However, many patients' relatives sit, looking at the pole and the ceiling, waiting for their turn. So one eye seems a little embarrassed that I'm ashamed. Even though I'm trying to put him in a good mood, "A lot of people"

 

"I'm not embarrassed at all". What is this just about? I can't anymore. "Are you embarrassed?"

 

"Yes, now I'm pretending not to know, Babe." And Charlie did it the way he said. The thin-faced man looked straight ahead. Move your mouth as little as possible when talking to me. I'm a stranger who just walks around.

"Very bad"

"I didn't hear it."

"I said it's good to find a new boyfriend."

 

"What?" Just one sentence is more than enough. From walking around, not paying attention, Charlie turned around as soon as he heard that. Plus, he stepped back and grabbed my hand to hold it again.

 

"Oh, do you already know each other?"

"I know, I just realised that I have a boyfriend."

 

His imperfect physical condition does not make him look untrustworthy or unreliable. Charlie, who is like this, is hilarious. When he hit his face, he said curtly, but still held my hand tightly. His imperfect physical condition does not make him look any less dependent. I still feel comfortable with the warm palms that have been in my hands and the broad shoulders that look much wider than they did two years ago. I don't want to call it a delight to see Charlie grow up because that seems like the pride of his parents. For me, it would be more happy to grow up together.

 

"Thirsty," I said while pulling Charlie's hand while walking through the convenience store. In front of the hospital, "The water in the car is out of stock. Let's stop by to buy it first."

 

"Oh, okay, then, Babe, sit here and wait for now."

 

"Wait," I quickly pulled Charlie's hand when the one-eyed person set out to walk into the convenience store. As soon as I complained that I was thirsty, it was as if Charlie had already set an automatic system in his brain, making him do everything. At all times and in every situation, the maid robot was unbruised. "I want to buy it myself. You're the one sitting."

 

"It's just that one eye hurts, Babe. It's not a broken leg."

 

"So, did I have my leg cut off?" When he saw that I wouldn't give up easily, Charlie gave up quickly. He nodded his head and took his medicine bag from me to carry. Before walking over to sit on the long bench in front of the convenience store, I made the right choice, as it quickly alleviated the urge to take the medicine bag off the back of my head. I walked into the convenience store. Go straight to the freezer first. Pick up a brand of mineral water and drink two bottles regularly. It's cold and also makes my hands wet. 

 

The feeling of wateriness and numbness in the hands is annoying. But I tried to overlook it. I took a few more packages of snacks and jelly in my hand. Because I have to stay at home with Charlie all day today, it's better to buy food and snacks that you like to stick with. Or it may run out of the car. That matter is left to the greed of the two of our stomachs.

 

I gasped at everything in front of the cashier. Slowly and carefully put the items on the counter. But suddenly, there was a crazy guy who didn't know where he came from and bumped into me. Maybe he stumbled on the shoelaces. Or I was stupid until he slipped on the flat floor in the convenience store. The person’s belongings were scattered. I was a little annoyed, but I didn't say anything. He bent down to help pick it up because, anyway, he was in the inevitable scene.

 

The person who bumped into me was a man. He was not very tall. He was wearing a black cap with a matching mask. The blue polo shirt he was wearing was like an office uniform or a store uniform. The logo on the chest didn't look very familiar, which is not interesting. What I'm interested in now is just paying for it and going out to Charlie's for once.

 

"Thank you." The young man bowed his head to me twice. After storing all my belongings, I put them on the counter. He felt pretty guilty. So I nodded in response, gently without saying anything more.

 

"This is all I have." I used my hand to block. Move my belongings away from the wet young man's because I'm afraid the staff will be confused. Thinking about my share and his stare together will become a waste of time. Especially the mineral water that happens to be from the same brand. I don't want to act unreasonably. But if I've been annoyed once, then even drinking the same brand of water becomes annoying. 

 

The cashier is so fluent that I want to tip her more, but I'm at a loss for words. It's unlikely to be a convenience store's custom. She charged and quickly threw everything into the bag. Carefully put the change in my hand, and don't forget to send a smile and say a friendly thank-you. I smiled back before walking out of the store with almost half of my frustration.

 

"I'm here." But when I saw Charlie sitting in front of me, my level of frustration immediately dropped to zero. He didn't even play with his phone while waiting. The dog just sat there, looking at passers-by like a puppy ordered by its owner. But when he turned to see me, Charlie's dog immediately fell out of the command.

 

Do you want to go with me? I handed him a bag from the convenience store with another bottle of drinking water. But Charlie shook his head gently and said, Put it first. Then I walked out of the outpatient building and headed to the parking lot.

 

When he saw that I was trying to open the water bottle, Charlie pulled the bag from my hand to hold it himself. His face looked a little strange. It seemed that he was in a bad mood. But I interpreted it myself as being because of his eyes, which could only see one side. When he saw something that was different, it would often be normal.

 

But Charlie startled me. When he suddenly hit his hand to brush off the water bottle in my hand. In a few centimetres, it would reach my mouth. He brushed it out of my body with full force. Causing the whole water bottle to splash so far that no water splashed on my skin at all. It fell to the ground and rolled. The water inside the bottle flowed out and filled the parking lot floor. 

 

I stood still. I couldn't say anything because I didn't understand what was going on. At the same time, Charlie rushed to see the water bottle immediately as if he were worried about it, even though he was the one who had thrown it.

 

"What's wrong with you, Charlie?" I followed Charlie. I was a little annoyed with his strange behaviour. While Charlie was still staring at the water bottle lying on the ground, his eyes did not blink.

 

"Really," Charlie said as if he were talking to himself.

 

"What?" I asked again, but Charlie refused to answer, so I just looked at his eyes. Before noticing any abnormalities, the water flowing out of the bottle foams white when it touches the concrete floor, as if it is reacting to something. It's like pouring a strong acid on the surface of something until it corrodes. Plain water can't do that. I almost splashed it down my neck, but luckily, Charlie caught the abnormality first.

 

"This is... What?"

 

"Not sure yet," Charlie replied with a serious expression. His eyebrows furrowed into knots until his hair. I realised that he was probably angry. "But if you eat it, you will die." Charlie took a handkerchief out of his pants pocket, handed it to me, and said softly.

 

That "keep your mouth shut and nose" is probably because it started to emit a strange smell. Which Charlie himself probably didn't know what the smell was. That's why he told me to shut up first. As for me, it involved holding his breath. Charlie poured things from the convenience store into a medicine bag. Then use that bag to cover his hand. He picked up a bottle with a bit of water left in it. Place the plastic bag over the bottle, then cover it tightly and tie the bag's ears securely. 

 

His agile and careful attitude is like that of a police officer or a member of the evidence unit. I know that this isn't the right situation. But I can't help but think that my boyfriend is really cool.

 

"The bag won't melt, will it?" I asked with interest as we walked back to the car

If you can put it in a plastic bottle, the bag will be okay.

 

"But it bites the ground white."

"Probably just react to something."

"Does this include my internals?"

 

"One hundred per cent"

 

I can't speak. It's not because this is the first time. But the first time, I didn't know that I had to meet people who were staring at me in various ways. Many times, I'm confused. Have we ever killed someone? That's something that pops into my head almost every time after narrowly escaping. I know very well that I'm not the favourite of people. There are many lovers. But there are just as many people who hate me. 

 

I accept and learn that it's the truth that no matter where it comes from, you can't escape. The more I talk about the sublime, the more I consider it. I'm a sinful human being who tries to don't don't cause trouble for people who don't know. But it doesn't make people who hate me feel any better about me.

 

Believe me, human hatred is the most disgusting. It is a driving force that is as powerful as love. And many times, it is even crueller. In life, I've seen all forms of hatred. Both touching myself and watching others' hatred are reasonable. Being treated immorally happens every day, which is sensible. There is no need to try to impose love or sympathy on the person who initially hurt us. Because this is a world that should be fair. But in fact, unreasonable hatred is easier to find and incredibly more powerful.

 

I was hated for many reasons. One is a matter of habits that may not be very pleasing. I can comfortably accept this part because, usually, people who have a feud with me often have a reasonable reason (whether it started with the other party or me). That's a fair game. However, in addition to this, people will also find many other reasons to dislike me. Whether it's because I'm a competitor of the new team (whose hatred comes from their fans), or because I have a special sense (those who already know have both acceptable and receive...

 

And after these more famous stories, the unacceptable part will be even more so. Because I refuse to lose the championship (linked to the reason previously), and to the reasons that make you frown. For example, I have too many cars. I rarely associate with other teams. Or even the fact that I'm Charlie's boyfriend creates a lot of hatred. (Sometimes it looks more than my bad habit)

 

In the past, I never considered it a big problem. Even though I risked dying many times, when something happened, and I survived, I just thought I was almost dead or not, but now it's changed. My life is not just me, who may die at any time. Whether intentional or not, half of my soul and body seem to have become Charlie's. Every time I'm in danger or hurt, the person who hurts with me is Charlie. 

 

He appears to suffer every time I have to face this. Therefore, from the daily hurt, it becomes a more serious problem because I hate to see Charlie suffer with my story over and over and over again.

 

Since getting in the car, Charlie kept pressing the phone nonstop. Without telling me, I knew it was my business. He would have told this story to the researchers and asked for help in investigating the strange substances in drinking water. And that was the only thing that caught his attention. That's why Charlie refused to say a word to me.

 

"Enough" In the end, I couldn't stand it until I had to speak first.

"I'm just consulting his brothers," Charlie replied in a quiet voice while still typing in response to the chat.

 

Don't stop. "Can you take me to the lab? I'll show him the water."

"Charlie, I said it was enough."

 

"Today, I've indulged in everything. I'll ask for this."

 

Silence fell over the cabin without an alarm. In advance, Charlie was still busy with the phone as usual. As for me, I was trying to control my emotions. I don't want to make this worse than it is. But Charlie started to bring his own emotions down to me; it was a fire that was difficult to extinguish, even though today should have been a day for the two of us to spend together.

 

"Take me to the lab," Charlie repeated when he reached the main intersection. Drive straight. When you get home, turn left, and you'll be on your way to the lab. I didn't answer anything, but chose to step on the accelerator. Head straight as soon as the light turns green. "Babe", Of course, Charlie's voice stiffened as soon as he saw that I was deliberately not listening to his request.

 

"Babe, I said I'm going to the lab." I realised that Charlie was getting increasingly upset. He turned to look at me. Even though I was focused on the road and the car in front of me. But Charlie still stared at my face relentlessly as if he was putting pressure on me to follow him. "If you don't want to send me, stop. I'll go by myself."

 

"Why are you going again? I told you to take a break today."

"I didn't go to work. I just took water for him to check."

 

"So did he take a break?"

"I'm fine"

 

"Are you okay? Then try blinking both eyes at once. Oh! Cannot. Is this right? Blinking to death, I can't see it because now there is only one side."

 

"Babe, can you not make a joke? I'm not funny." The whole car fell silent again. Just now, it was called a voice. Charlie didn't have to be that loud. He rarely raised his voice at me. But I have to admit, honestly, that those were the meanest tone and words I've ever received from him.

 

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Although the world's time has only passed five minutes, the time on this car has passed five days. I honestly admit I'm so angry I can't speak. So I chose to let time pass amid an uncomfortable silence after we seemed to have just quarrelled.

 

I sat quietly on the side of the road for a while until I heard a soft sniff. It comes from the driver's side.

 

"Babe..." It made me cry.

 

After the sentence 'Babe, can you not make a joke? I'm not funny.' I was silent because I was angry. At the same time, Babe was quiet, crying. He probably tried his best not to cry out, but in the end, he couldn't stand it. When he realised that I had turned to look at Babe, he immediately wiped his tears. His angry attitude hurt me. And I just realised now that what I said with anger was so mean to Babe. With others, it's probably not much. But I've never used that kind of voice with him before.

 

"Babe, stop first," I said to Babe in a softer tone. Now I don't dare. Even speaking in a normal tone of voice.

 

"It's okay," Babe replied, still trying to continue driving, even though the voice was shaking. “I'm sobbing because I'm crying.”

 

"Stop, please." I reached out and grabbed Babe's arm. Trying to beg him to listen to Babe for a moment. Before sighing and slowly changing the lane to park on the side of the road in front of a restaurant that is closed. I can only hope the shop owner won't suddenly appear to chase us.

 

When the car was parked, we came back together again. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how to start. As for Babe, he kept looking outside while trying to wipe his tears. But I know that if I started, it wouldn't stop easily.

 

"Babe..." I tried to hold Babe's hand, but he shook his hand away, trying to move in and hug him. He pushed me away with a slug as if he didn't want to get close. But he didn't shout as loudly as when he was angry. Now, Babe is probably annoyed and embarrassed that he cried more. 

 

"Babe... I don't want it."

"Don't.. Don't come to catch."

 

"Babe"

"The more chaotic you are, the more I cry... Don't just"

 

Babe said that. But this time I chose not to listen. I pulled him in and hugged him. I tightened his arms so that he couldn't escape. Babe squirmed for a moment before giving up. He tucked his face into my shoulder. Then, he secretly gagged his mouth gently. It would be annoying if I tried to comfort. Even though I wanted to stop crying, I couldn't do it.

 

"I'm sorry," I rubbed Babe's head, apologising with a guilty feeling from my heart, "just now, Bad words"

 

"It's not what you said..."

"Yes, because I made that sound, right?"

 

"Eh," Babe replied in a low voice. His voice was still a little bit up his nose. At the same time, my shoulders began to feel the humidity because of his tears. "Why do you make that sound? Can't you speak well as usual?"

"Sorry... I'm angry."

"Anger is not a matter"

 

"It's not a matter of nothing, Babe ." Even though he was crying, I couldn't help but stop Babe from thinking like that. "Think about what would happen if you accidentally ate it."

 

"But I didn't eat it."

"What if I can't think of it?"

 

"It's

..."

 

"What will I do if there is a next time? Babe is not afraid, but I'm afraid." I hugged Babe tighter. I feel at ease hugging him like this. But if I dig deep into that peace of mind, I find it full of fear. The more I realise how good this feeling is, the more afraid I am of losing it. In the past, the two of us have received enough karma. I almost lost him many times. Just like he almost lost me. Now my greatest fear is that Babe will have to return to the same circle again.

 

"I apologise for saying bad things. But what will happen to me? Babe understands me. Can I have it?"

 

Suddenly, the edges of my eyes were hot. It hurt tight in my throat like swallowing a pebble into my chest. It was squeezed so tightly that I could hardly breathe. This is the clearest example of the connection between mind and body. Not counting the left eye that is slightly infected. Now I consider it normal. There is no wound anywhere. But this pain is real. And it happened only because I imagined the most terrifying possibility in life.

 

"Understand," Babe replied in a soft voice, "but I just don't like that you worry about me too much."

 

"Which one is called too much?"

"The way you are now"

 

"And if I change to me who met like this, can Babe calm down?" Babe's silence is the answer that we both know. Babe often thinks that I'm too protective and worried about him, without ever realising that I'm the same when it's about me. This may be a slight weakness. But the maximum destructive power of the two of us. 

 

The advantage is that we always think of each other before anything else. But the disadvantage is that we often forget about ourselves without knowing it. In my case, it's only temporary. Because when something happens, I tend to forget everything and only care about Babe anyway.

 

"Cool can..." Babe makes me laugh in a serious situation, like every time. He wants to argue, but he can't fully articulate his point. Because deep down, I know that the word calm and my own identity are on opposite sides. To the point of being called very far away, it has cooled down significantly compared to its previous state.

 

"Yes, from the sun as a reactor"

"It has decreased a lot, so do you want to use it?"

 

"No, the latest reactor is much hotter than the sun."

"Oh!"

 

Babe bounced out of my arms, poked his mouth in dissatisfaction that I fooled him in a way that he was not good at for the hundredth time. It was still fun for me, as always. Seeing red eyes, wet cheeks and a face, I have to admit that I like it even if Babe feels the opposite.

 

"If you see the previous version of Babe, you won't sit and laugh at me like this."

 

"Uh, I'm kidding." And no matter how much I admire Babe's face when he cries, I still think that tears are not suitable for him anyway. Every time I see it, I have to wipe it until it becomes a habit. Babe cools down a lot; perfect.

 

"But you are impertinent."

"It's not true, I've been like this from the beginning."

 

"Where, at first, you were not like this"

"At first, I didn't love you as much as I do now."

 

Babe stopped, probably because he didn't think I would choose this answer. It's not even a choice. But it's an apparent fact, and he should already know. But looking at me like a confused cat now, it should be translated to mean that I guessed it myself.

 

"In the past, I may have still been calm. I can still think about it. But now I can't do that anymore." I gently stroked his head. Wiping the tears that flowed down as if they were still in those beautiful eyes, a little more. "But I'm not going to claim that I love and be as impatient with Babe. I just want to let you know that this kind of thing may be difficult for me. But I will try not to be like this again."

 

Babe was silent for a moment, pursing his mouth slightly as if he was weighing how to answer. In the end, I will nod to accept.

 

"Uh, okay."

"Aren't you angry?"

 

"I wasn't angry at first." The snay person panned his mouth as if he wasn't the one who just cried a few minutes ago. "I don't even know why I'm crying. Suddenly, tears flowed by themselves."

 

"Shocked, Adi", I laughed. I can't help but love the person who is more talkative than they are quiet. I can't think of it. "I've never raised my voice, have I?"

"It's never been like this."

 

I apologise, I won't do that again. Of course, just saying it wouldn't be enough. I took Babe's hand and kissed him on each palm once instead of promising not to misbehave like this to him again. "If there is more, I will punish him anyway."

 

"Who will do it?"

"Wow... So cute"

 

It's easier to find a new one."

"Oh"

 

"Just kidding," Babe smiled before pressing a kiss on my palm as I did just now.

"I'm afraid I cannot find a new one. I'm not this handsome anymore."

 

"Like Babe, if you find a new one, no matter how handsome you are, you can find it." Even though it hurts a little to talk about new people (that will never happen), if you think about it, it won't be difficult for Babe. He has everything that most people are looking for. And if not too stupid, no matter who has to fall in love with someone like Babe, I'm sure that. 

 

"This is.... Where else are you going to find a beep?"

"Hangdi Kuman Limited Edition"

 

"Yes, so I told you not to have a new one. Please feel sorry for me."

"Pretend to be pitiful"

"I'm pitiful."

"Why don't you be as good as you were just now?"

 

"Oh... Babe"

 

Babe laughed heartily. He sent his palm to touch my cheek. Hang on like that for a while before the distance between the two of us gradually decreases. Babe's soft touch always made my heart happy. Even though we have kissed countless times, every movement, breath and temperature that slowly swallows each other, I love it all so much that I can't imagine that if it's not Babe, who will make me feel like this again? And if so, ask me now. I would have answered with confidence, 'no,' because I won't allow myself to feel with anyone the way I think I feel with Babe again.

 

"Is it good yet?" I kissed him. I asked close to his lips. Then press the kiss again.

"Not yet," Babe pretended to be sarcastic. He rushed in and gently snapped my cheek with fangs.

 

"Stupid"

"I've been stupid for a long time. Did you just realise that?"

 

"If I don't have the idiot with me, how can I live? I'm almost drinking acid water." Babe laughed as if he were ashamed of himself for not knowing anything. Although he realised that his life was not like that of the villagers of the hill for a long time, he was not much more careful than others. "But how do you know that it's not plain water?"

 

"Hmm... It's a combination of many things," I replied. "It has had a premonition for a while. Then I'm just not sure what it is."

 

Thinking about it, it's annoying. Among all the senses I stole, premonition is the most useless sense. It's like intuition. But there is no clear image. I don't even know what will happen. It's just a strange feeling that swirls endlessly in my head. It's enough to know who it's related to. However, I'm unsure when it will happen. That's why it's the power that enables me to live a happier life.

 

"But what makes me even more sceptical is that guy."

"That person?" Babe raised his eyebrows, "Which one?"

 

"The man wearing a black hat, not very tall, likes to cover his face and close his eyes." Babe opened his eyes wide. Of course, he had to figure out who I was talking about because I'm sure that everything that happened today was the work of that bastard. "I've seen it for a while. I found it almost everywhere we go."

 

"I mean... Before coming to the theatre again?"

"Oh, but I still don't want to tell Babe because I'm afraid of getting nervous together. So let me walk blindly.

 

"I should have told you. At least I'm going to be careful first," I sighed. I was annoyed with myself for not being more careful. I thought shallowly that I didn't want Babe to live a worried life. But it turned out to put him in more danger. "I shouldn't even let Babe lose sight. Should go shopping together."

 

"Don't be ridiculous." Babe gently pushed my head instead of punishing me for blaming myself, but that's not something that can be easily controlled. "What I'm doing now is unbelievable. More than a bodyguard"

 

"If it were a real bodyguard, he would have been fired. Let the boss get hit like this."

 

"You've tried your best. You're perfect. I'm not kicking you out. Don't be delusional. Wait. I'm deducting the money."

 

Babe, what should I eat after deducting the money? I tilted my neck to look at him, hoping that the employer would look at me. The response is considered good in one place. Babe raised his hand to his chest and said, "My heart melts." I knew that would be an exaggerated reaction. And he intended to do it to annoy me. But he received love anyway. "When will this stop falling in love with me?"

 

"Not today yet."

"Tomorrow?"

 

"Maybe"

"Babe"

 

"Teasing," Babeb smiled sweetly. He seems to be in a much better mood, even though it's still red and won't go away. "But you're good at it. You're so observant."

 

"It's by itself, but that's it. I'm not that observant, as I didn't even notice that guy following Babe into the store. I saw when Babe walked out, and I looked at the store and saw that he was standing and paying money."

 

"Oh... So you quickly took my hand and ran away." Babe made a surprised face, as if he had just started patching up.

 

"But it's just running away because Babe took it with him."

"How do you know that oil is inedible?"

 

"The bottle is strange," I replied, bending down to pick up the problematic water bottle that had been secretly placed at the footrest. Unnot the knot and slowly pull the bag down to see the condition of the bottle inside.

 

"The bottle is flawed, see, the blue dot"

 

I turned the bottle with blue marks on it for Babe to see. It's so small that I can hardly see it. But for me, it's eye-catching because Babe's colour lets me see these small details more clearly.

 

"And then the lid and the edge of the cap are different colours," Babe narrowed his eyes, trying to separate the colour of the bottle cap that I collected from the rim of the lid, lingering in the mouth of the bottle considerately before saying in a disheartened voice. "I can't see it."

 

"It's a little different." I smiled. I couldn't help but look at the talented PitBabe. I'm no longer good at relying on resolutions. Even though the first time we met, he caught almost immediately that I was secretly following me. Now it's I who has to see and recognise everything around me in a way that's more than enough. But after the incident just now, I started to see its advantages. "It means that this bottle was opened and closed again."

 

"Are you a detective?"

 

"I can do it because of Babe ‘s sense." I tied the handle of the new plastic bag and put it in the same place. It's essential to be especially cautious with it because there is still contaminated water inside. And besides, it's still crucial evidence to collect. I still have to take it to the brothers at the lab to help check it. "When Babe opened the bottle, there was a strange smell coming out, so I'm sure that it will be."

 

"So you slapped my bottle and blew it."

 

"I can't think of it. I just cannot think of it. I won't let it in my mouth at all." Babe smiled at me. If I didn't take my side too much, he would be both grateful and proud of me. If that's true, I would like to thank him even more. Give many times more because my brain always thinks it's still not good enough. I still take better care of myself and shouldn't be indulged just because of his admiring smile.

 

"Babe... From now on, you have to be more careful." I reached out, held the other person's hand, and asked him seriously. "I'm always careful. However, it would be better if Babe could help me. We don't know what will happen."

 

"Uh.. I will try."

"Yes, thank you."

 

"Why are you coming to thank me for taking care of yourself?"

"Because it really should be my duty."

 

"The duty to take care of yourself must be mine. How can it be your duty?" Babe frowned as if he didn't like he didn't like my way of thinking. "Don't act like I'm your burden, can you?"

 

"I'm not saying it's a bit of a burden. I just feel that I should take good care of Babe ."

 

"I'm not dating you because I want you to take care of me. I just want to be happy." I want to understand that sentence entirely. More than that, I want to do that. But with Babe, it's too hard. It's as if an instinct is embedded in my bones, making me feel that all of Babe is my responsibility. Even though I fully know that's not the right idea.

 

"The reason why I'm with you is much more selfish than that, Charlie. That's why I don't want you to sacrifice anything for me. I want you to stay because I think you want happiness from me. That's enough."

 

"It's not easy."

 

"Charlie", Babe's tone is firm. I like it when he's like this as much as when he's playful. And of course, when he is angry, I am one of the top as well. I like it when he looks into my eyes and stares deep into them. I want to see his reflection in his eyes. Often, I find myself thinking these eyes were created to reflect only my shadow.

 

"I will take care of myself as much as you take care of me, so you have to do the same." I want to do that, I swear.

 

"Please think of yourself as much as you think about me. Please." Now in my head, I'm busy. I don't know what I'm thinking about. The story of Babe is indeed the number one, having been at the top of the table for a long time. And it will continue to be like that. 

 

However, I'm unsure if it will be classified as 'thinking about Babe more than about myself'. I'm a self-sacrificer as Babe said... Really? Or, in fact, I just think about myself all the time. I choose to do everything because I want to. After all, it will make me happy. And that thing is... Do everything to make Babe the happiest.

 

Ultimately, the most selfish person may be me. I didn't do everything that Babe wanted. I only obeyed the voice of my own heart. Follow and stick to the faith in your head like a fool, just because my faith is orbiting around you, Babe. That's why I am a self-sacrificer without losing anything.

 

I chose to keep that idea to myself because I know that Babe will never understand. People who grew up respecting others and themselves, like Babe, will never accept my ideas. Even if he empathises with me on almost everything, this is one of the few things he can't do. Yes, I have no respect for myself. Believe me, I often admire myself. Only those words of appreciation are caused by different conditions from those of Babe. Which isn't the truth? It's just that my happiness and Babe are different.

 

"Perfect, one-eyed guy"

As long as Babe can live the way he wants, that's my goal.

It's done.