~Sincerely, Your Neighbor 💌 [Milkman x Reader]

Ch.16 - Awkward Trip

Slow updates chat sorry 😔😔
But we still alive are we ✌

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Dear (y/n),

  I'm tired of aching, begging, pleading for the same thing over and over again. It's tiring, do you agree love? But I can't help but see how odd you've been acting around this—guy?
  A guy, plain guy? Really? How unique your taste is to plain butter. The difference? At least one of them has good use.

  I may be running for a long time, searching and prying myself in, but time will tell, (y/n).
   The office holds all your answers.

Sincerely,
  Anon—

  "That's the last of it." Bags of groceries are hooked on my fingers, about to head inside the residental building—not until I check in by the day shift doorman

  The door swings open, being met by the familiar air of my apartment. While it may be warm, faint thunders are heard in the background as the curtains flows against the gust of winds from the open window. Stupid of me to leave that open.

  The bags are laid on the countertop as I proceed to put away the contents in their designated places. Each and every component are organized, easy for me to locate anything I needed.

  For my bedroom though, there's a wall of letters and yarn stuck to one end and another is like a bundle of mess. I planned out my own little investigation to discover this secret admirer of mine. Their obsession is unbreakable, and I can't do anything to get away from it.

  Maybe.. It's because I don't want to.

  It's a strange kind of attention I've unknowingly been wanting for throughout my life. I can't tell if I'm the one who's obsessed or are we both? I cab't help but ponder, my gaze reverting at the letters back and forth.

  Ding!

  The doorbell chimes through the apartment, snapping me out of my thoughts and went to go get the door.

  Yes, I expected Francis.. Again.

  But no, it's not him. Disappointingly.

  "What? Not the puppy you had hoped for?" Gloria laughs softly at my dissapointed look and pats my shoulder. She read my expression very well and relaxed my face as I let her in.

  "Sorry, I hoped it was him." I mumbled, walking with her to the living room and sat on the couch.

  "Francis the milkman?" She asks with a raised brow. I nod. "Ohh, you catching feelings?" She takes a seat on the couch beside me. I shook my head and denied.

  "No not like that! I mean, this is not about him." I quickly corrected her with a lie, looking down at my fidgeting fingers.

"What's going on (y/n)?" She asks slowly, looking at me puzzled as she leans back against the armchair. I fidget with my fingers nervously, hesitating if I should tell her.

  "You see, I have decided that um.." I pause to take a deep breath. "I wanna move out."

  There was a moment of silence from her. When it finally hits her, she suddenly leans back to look at me with surprise.

  "Move out? Dear you wanna move out?" She blinks at me for a few times to process my words.

  "I just don't think I'm good for this job. Responsibilities and fears, and.. "I rub my forehead and sighed deeply. She reaches out a hand to mine, holding it comfortingly as her soft voice assures me.