𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𓂃 ִֶָ [𝐉.𝐉𝐊]

STRAWBERRIES & CIGERATRES [CHAPTER 14]

[Why this man is so KYUT?!?!?!!?!???!??!?!]

14|Let's get this bread! Ready for an adventurous ride.

"Agh!" She groans, her headache getting worse. Sniffing, she gawks at the bottles she chugged down just to get rid of unusual thoughts that were devouring her mind, clawing her heart.

She had finished more than 3 bottles but still, she couldn't get drunk. She wasn't drowning in alcohol anymore, or was hurt written in her fate?

Getting up from the carpeted floor she went toward her black modern kitchen, craving to eat something. She opened the refrigerator to find nothing but the rice cakes given by the curious boy's mom. Heaving a sigh, she massaged her temples, frustrated at herself for not buying something.

At the sight of the rice cakes, she recalled that the brown-haired male hasn't come to knock on her door and stare at her through his window or dash outside when he saw her getting somewhere, stumbling on his steps just to have a little talk with her to ask some questions he is inquisitive about.

Her gaze went toward the white door which was knocked on every day to ask useless questions like 'did you see the dog peeing?' just to see her face or try to trick her to ask her real name. Since they fought last time, he hasn't come to her home or annoyed her.

If she will be honest with herself she did miss his annoying ass a little but she doesn't like to be honest with herself. She is lying to herself for a long time and she likes to keep it that way.

It's better to be away from him because she doesn't want to get used to his presence. At last, everyone leaves you and doesn't give a fuck about you and your pleads to come back and light your world with their smile.

Convincing herself that she doesn't miss him, she takes her jiggly steps towards the door. Not forgetting to cover her face, she picks up her black cap and hides her face.

She opens the door and her gaze went upwards as a habit to catch him staring at her but today he wasn't there, he wasn't sitting with his pink plushie used as a cushion with a book in his hand, round glasses on his nose, looking as innocent as a rabbit.

She shakes her head, scolding herself mentally. This is what she was afraid of—getting attached to someone is her biggest fear. She licks her lips, sighing. Walking towards her car, she caught someone—someone with doe–eyes hoping in the living room, singing songs. Unconsciously a smile travels on her lips. She shakes her head looking at the hyped boy, enjoying himself.

She wishes she could enjoy herself like that but she isn't that lucky to enjoy her life. Her fate was cruel–so cruel. She hops in the car, slamming the door shut.