AMBUL

~ 37. Crazier ~

Everything was going great when I was doing good, but then when it came to go to my work, it's a total disaster. But that's what I expected so I wasn't caught off guard

Mr. Stephen: Y/n, you know what. I gave you second chance, 'cause I thought you deserved it. But it's not worthy
Honestly, I got offended by the look of his eyes, gazing at me more than comfortable for me. At that time, the fear of getting rejected was oozing through my veins, syringing agony to my heart

* I don't want to get fired *
That thought revolved my brain hitting my temple everytime my heart beat. It's ashamed to get fired. I was scared. The only way to prevent from getting fired was that. That's the only way to save myself from being belittled

Quit your job. What's the point of working when you're not happy? Don't you wanna write anymore?

Mr. Stephen: Y/n, you're-

Y/n: I'm sorry sir. I can't work here anymore
Awe clearly written on his visage, with a hint of anger and infuriation was all I could remember

Mr. Stephen: Oh my, I should be the one firing you, and you-

Y/n: Goodbye sir
Turning to the direction of the door, I tended to step out as fast as I could

Mr. Stephen: Can't you freaking let me finish my words for once?
With a meddling shout while standing up tactically from his seat, he shot me the most despising glare I'd ever seen. Stopping my steps on my track a few steps away from the door, I gyrated around getting a grab of the door knob

Y/n: Have a good day, sir

Mr. Stephen: How am I gonna have a good day- when you just freaking insulted me?
Slamming the door shut with a loud and hard thud echoing in the lobby of the hall, I merely heard him blasting in his office. It was a big show back there. But strangely, my heart carried no more burden to walk out my work without leaving any trail

* This place no longer belongs to me. I don't belong here too *

Satisfied at how I behaved abnormally brighter and smarter, my lips found their way to a smile. Raising up my wrist to my face, it was only quarter past 10. Too early to dismiss my work, but I had no work to do. It's a freedom. Assuming I got a long holiday, I spun around hugging the air with both of my hands

Y/n: Park Chanyeol. Get ready for more. I'm coming
I was ready to let myself go and get crazy for now. Well, a partner for my crime would be interesting, I assumed

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Y/n: I never liked these high heels
Shoving out of my tight heels, I started to message my toes gently reducing the stiffness and tiredness

Y/n: You. Yeah. You. You cost me an arm and a leg. I had to settle your doubts for two months
Facing the bling bling flowers pumps in my fingers, I scolded quietly

Y/n: Well, at least you're the proof that I worked with all my might in that job. I held on for you
Actually, I had to buy the pumps with monthly payment. My job offered for every cost in these months since I didn't want to ask for help in my daily grind, and somehow, I was capable for two pairs of flower pumps in the meantime with the salary of tiring job

Y/n: Today, I won't wear you, darling
It was me drowning in the conversation with the heels, not noticing the environment giggling at me talking to a non-living for 15 minutes straight. But I wasn't in the mood to give a shit about them