Chapter 25

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I crashed my car the other dayToo busy thinking 'bout your faceEven though I just saw you yesterdayYeah, it's a hazard to my healthI don't do nothin' for myselfYou made me turn up late for work again

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I crashed my car the other day
Too busy thinking 'bout your face
Even though I just saw you yesterday
Yeah, it's a hazard to my health
I don't do nothin' for myself
You made me turn up late for work again

Ooh, yeah
I'm talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout
Talkin' 'bout you, yeah
To all of my, all of my
All of my friends at the room, yeah
They won't go back

Oh, I hate how much I love you
And I hate how much I care
I spend all of my money and all my time
'Cause I hate our love, I do
I hate how much I love you, ooh
Yeah, I hate how much I love you, ooh
I hate how much I love you
(Hate how much I love you by Conor Maynard)


Kimmon rubbed his exhausted eyes before throwing open the locker door.

"You look sleep deprived," One of his co workers commented.

"That's because I am." Kimmon started buttoning up his white work shirt.

"What kept you up at night?" The other guy smirked.

"It's no joke, man." Kimmon pinned his name tag that displayed he's an assistant manager on his shirt, just above the breast pocket. "There's a half a day time difference between here and New York." Kimmon dipped his head low to glance at the mirror fixed on the locker door.

"When is he coming back?"

"Originally, the trip was supposed to be for just two weeks." Kimmon fixed his hair and straitened up. "But then Copter's dad wanted to spend the Christmas there." He shut the locker door with a bit of unnecessary force and leaned against it resignedly. "So, a couple of more weeks, I believe." He rubbed his weary eyes.

"You look like shit, man. Better get some rest soon." His friend gave him a concerned pat on the back.

"Two weeks of not enough sleep would do that to you." Kimmon laughed humorlessly.

"Why don't you tell your boyfriend to stop calling you?"

Kimmon threw a funny look towards his friend, hearing that comment.

"Do you think I can survive even a day not hearing his voice?" He shook his head. "If it wasn't Copter calling me, then I'll be the one doing it."

"You got it bad, dude." His co worker cast him a sympathetic glance and left the locker room shaking his head. His friends were so done with Kimmon's love drama.

He lurched forward from his leaning stance and started towards his office. He really got it bad for Copter, sometimes he hated how much it affected him. Not being able to see Copter and touch him, made it ten times worse.

It wasn't a new thing for Copter's family. Every December they went on family trips abroad. But this was the first out of the country vacation Copter took after they started dating and it's breaking Kimmon into pieces. It made him wonder what it would really mean to lose the love of his life. It scared him shitless even thinking about it. He knew he would perish if he lost Copter. His heart squeezed painfully. It's bad for his young heart to love so deeply.

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