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3.2

     ["我真的很抱歉"] 

(translation: I'm really sorry.)

     Three days passed, which only consisted of drinking, eating, crying, and then sleeping. I completely forgot about the clothing designs. And the bruise? Not getting any better.

     knock knock~

     I opened the door to see Dooyoung and his mom. I scratched my head, not realizing the mess of bottles and the piercing smell of alcohol that filled my apartment. "Oh, um," his mom stuttered, "Hi. I was wondering if you could watch Dooyoung for a bit?" she asked politely. I came back to my senses. "Oh, u-uh," I tried to clean up the mess of bottles behind me, "Y-Yeah! Of course!" She looked hesitant after taking one look at my apartment. "Or we can go to another neighbor if you're busy-" "No, omma! I want to stay here!" Dooyoung cut her off. I laughed nervously as I walked back to the door. "For how long?" I asked, covering my apartment with my arms. "Until 4?" I nodded while welcoming Dooyoung in. Me and his mom exchanged numbers, and then soon enough, she was gone.

     "Okay, Dooyoung. What do you want to do?" I finally finished cleaning up my apartment and changed my alcohol-smelling clothes. "Can we go to a library?" he asked shyly. I laughed at his cuteness and nodded. I'm surprised that a kid his age isn't interested in parks or zoos or toy stores. He's definitely gonna have a good future.

     I brought my book with me to the library. I haven't been reading it that much, which means I've lost interest. Guess it's time to pick a new one.

     Dooyoung ran into the library as soon as it was in sight. I chased after him. "My mom never lets me go here because she's too busy." he whispered so that people don't get distracted. "I'm not busy, I can take you whenever you like!" I replied back. He smiled at me before running to an aisle. Technically, I should be watching him. But he's smart enough to do it on his own, right?

     I picked out my book while Dooyoung picked out his. We sat side-by-side on the couch in our own little worlds. I, once again, picked on a chunk of hair and twisted it. Wonder why it became a habit.

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     Not sure if I just woke up late, or if reading got the time flying, but soon enough, Dooyoung's mom called me to pick him up. "Alright, Dooyoung, it's time to go!" I said while placing my hand out for him to hold. "I don't want to!" He yelled, loud enough for some people to start staring. Think, Xiaohua, what can I do to get him out of here? "Don't you want to hear my story about the witch?" I asked. Finally Xiaohua uses her brain. Dooyoung gasped while placing his hand in mine. What a cute kid.

"Bye, Dooyoung!"

"Bye, noona!"

     I sat in the convenience store, drinking again. But this time I deserved it! Aren't I a great babysitter? I took a sip while looking at the window where it reflected my face. Why do I look like that? Dead and empty. And those dark circles under my eyes have only been getting worse nowadays. Fuck.

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     I think I was walking drunkenly, but my eyes were half closed and I felt like I was about to pass out. God, I must have looked like a mess.

     "Xiaohua!"

     The main character finally came in, carried me bridal style, hopefully to my apartment. "Hm? Who are you?" my drunk self managed to blurt out. My eyes opened a little more, trying to distinguish the person who was carrying me. Your ex-boyfriend. It's your ex-boyfriend, Minghao. The only conscious part of my brain was telling me. My drunk self quickly began tearing up in anger. "How dare you!" I yelled while hitting his chest. His eyes remained on the road ahead of him, as if he didn't care at all. "You! Let go of me!" I shifted in his arms in an attempt to get out. Why? Why are you doing this to me?!

     I think, I think he gently laid me down on the bed. I can't seem to remember much. But I do remember him tucking me in, whispering something to himself. "I'm really sorry." I remember puking on him, and then laughing, saying "That's what you get, you jerk!" And he was still able to keep his temper. I even remember the corners of his mouth forming a smile right after I said that. Why is he doing this to me...?

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a/n 

that last part was very... eventful. 

also  this chapter is reaaalllyyy short. only 782 words ;;

dw though, hopefully i can work harder to please you all !

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