𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝟏# 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑦-𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟 | 𝑐𝑎𝑡

LOGAN

So that's the way it is. The two persons who became a couple that nobody thought happened didn't have a happy ending. I made Brook believe that everything I said with the word love her was not true. Everything I told her from last year to yesterday is a lie.

Not only did I eclipse my feelings through my mother, but I also gave a shit about Brook's. I can't give myself any other word than coward as a designation. I gave me all so that my parents would no longer have my life in their hands.

I stood against them several times and lifted my word against them, but still, I am on my knees as a servant. A person they use as a doll and don't appreciate as a son.
They won.

I don't have a girlfriend anymore, although Brook was my first and last love. No matter how selfless I can be, I will not ruin her happiness and career for what she has worked for so long because of my parents and my strong feelings for her.

I don't only own it her, but also her siblings who she couldn't help. She'll grow up, I'll watch on TV as she becomes popular, but she also gets awards on stage to thank her husband and her family, because I hope for the future for her.

I can't see into the future, but from what I've heard, my mother keeps her word. Brook wouldn't get a job through me, but I want her to. So I keep my promise and let Brook live without me.

My steps went to the kitchen from my room. I didn't really have an appetite right now, but I have to eat something, otherwise, I'll lose weight. In addition, there may be a risk that I will fall over during today's training session.

So I made myself breakfast and sat down at the table where Jeremy was sitting. The house was full, almost everyone was in the kitchen because everyone had to go soon. "Why, still in your pajamas?" Fane asked me who also sat down at the table with his bowl of cornflakes.

"Because I'm not going today." I touch the individual cornflakes with the spoon, but don't put them in my mouth. My eyes are on them the whole time. "Why are you not going? Enders wants to write this practice test." it came again from Fane.

Jean also came to the table. Only Gunnar was gone. I looked up and around the living room. "I don't have the strength for it." "Man, you don't exactly look like you have the strength for anything," Jean told me as if I hadn't glimpsed at myself in the mirror today.

"If you put the spoon in your mouth instead of playing with the food, you'd look better," Jeremy said hard but with the truth as ever. So I put the first spoon in my mouth, where the cornflakes weren't crunchy anymore but were sucked in quite strongly with the milk.

It doesn't taste great, but it's not like I find it disgusting either. Nevertheless, my appetite is gone and the desire to swallow is also. As I do, I shiver like it's the most disgusting thing I've ever eaten.