SWEET LIKE CANDY

CHAPTER 67

It was fortunate that tomorrow was a Saturday.

I spent my time quietly lying on Alan’s bed with my hands on my stomach.

What was the time?

I fumbled and reached across the bed for my phone.

A bright light shone through the darkness.

It was 1:15 in the morning.

There has been no contact from Alan yet.

“…”

Fortunately, my parents said they would spend the night at my grandmother’s house in a row and return in the morning, and my brother sighed as I began talking without hesitation and then told me to do whatever I wanted.

Even if my older brother had said, ‘Hurry up and go into the house!’ I had no intention of stopping. I had to finish talking with Alan in some way.

I lay on the bed in the dark house for a long time, remembering my time with Alan.

I had an emoticon arm pillow that looked like Alan on my arm.

Far from the interior, I looked up at the unpatterned, pure white ceiling.

To be honest, there were times when I initially thought that the actions that Alan showed me were coercion or harassment.

But he was always by my side so there was no room for my resolve to avoid him.

And as if by magic, I wondered who Alan was.

For me, the conclusion was the same.

I fell in love with Alan as if I were being dragged helplessly by him.

It was my first relationship, so I was clumsy and unfamiliar.

Was that how you did it?

I even thought about it. But he was much better than my doubts.

I couldn’t have imagined wanting to be with Alan at school, on the way home, or even when I got home a few months ago.

For me, dating was a distant future, and when it came unexpectedly, it felt like a sweet dream.

Maybe if I broke up with Alan because of this incident, I thought I’d never meet someone like him again in my life.

And that I couldn’t have another heart-pounding loving relationship like the one I had with him.

Not because Alan was my first time, but because he was a very nice person.

I realized it again as I recalled my time with him.

So, I couldn’t break up with Alan.

Even if he hated me, I wanted to be by his side.

Beep- beep- beep, beep- beep- beep-

With each button pressed, the house door opened.

Of course, it was Alan!

I squinted my eyes. The sound of footsteps was strange.

“Ha…”

Alan sighed.

I expected him to walk into the room and see me, but he didn’t.

I got out of bed slowly and walked toward the door.

Alan opened the lid of an unopened 2-liter water bottle from the refrigerator.

He drank it while holding it in one hand.

“Alan…”

I crammed in the doorway and called his name.