Drained

Fed up

Trigger warnings! Suicide! I'm not responsible!

It's my exams and my Unnie who made me write it.... I'm innocent.

Don't be so affected, living is the best!

Don't you ever try to be a fool to try! And if you already attempted -hopefully no one actually did- then please remember there is so much happiness in the world!

You just didn't find it yet, you only need to fight for it!

Yeah.... I'm a little nervous of actually making something like this...

Suicide is bad, it's not good.

Pls, don't try this. No matter what.

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knock knock

"It's opened."

A knock sounded in the serene air, and a tired voice answered.

The old man opened the door, in his hand was a drink.

A lemonade.

The redhead who answered before, Cale Henituse, looked at it and frowned.

But strangely enough, he didn't throw a tantrum.

The old man squinted at this, he started to feel iffy.

Ron Molan, this ex-assassin started to notice something different about his puppy young master.

The first thing was, this puppy looked tired.

His haughty aura was nowhere to be seen, he just looked exhausted.

Ron Molan was going to enjoy seeing him throw a tantrum because of the lemonade, after all, this puppy loathed sour things.

But he felt a slight disappointment when the fearless puppy didn't.

He was already disdainful toward this young master, pitiful as he is, he was still a trash.

Cale Henituse was 17 this year.

For the first time, Ron saw this expression on his face.

He looked...

Oddly determined..

However, he didn't care. Why would he?

It wasn't any of his business, he was a servant here, not this puppy Nanny.

He didn't notice the strange light in Cale's eyes.

Cale observed Ron for a bit, and he was about to burst laughing.

Disdain. Disappointment. Amusement.

What an amazing feelings this man have for him...

Cale was tired.. He just decided to show. At least, he wanted to give himself a chance.