The tight embrace of our bodies as we hugged each other, the sounds of our breathing alternating, competing as we helped each other reach a destination. The atmosphere was filled with a smell that was
slightly suspicious, but it didn't create an uncomfortable feeling; instead, it was intoxicating in an endless way.
In the end, we both lay on our backs, staring at the ceiling, letting our thoughts wander wherever they wanted.
Sex is a way of expressing love and also serves as a means of releasing stress. The muscles in our bodies, which had been tense, gradually relaxed. View B, lying next to me, slowly turned to embrace me, wrapping her legs around mine. I remained silent, lost in my own thoughts.
We felt happiness and an inescapable sadness. Both View B and I knew very well that we were under a lot of stress, but through love and passion, we tried to get rid of it by doing other things as a substitute, like someone with depression trying to escape negative thoughts by forcing themselves to sleep.
We just found another way to cope.
My mother’s voice…
My mother’s gaze…
No matter how rebellious we are, in the end, we can’t deny that we don’t want things to end like this.
"Are you happy, P’May? "
"What about you, View? Are you happy?"
"View asked first!"
We both fell silent as if we couldn’t find the right answer. I felt good next to View B again, but if you asked me if I was completely happy, I would have to say no. I let out a small sigh and answered directly.
"I’m happy, but not that much."
"View thought that if we loved each other, that should be enough. Why is it so hard?"
"Because in this world, there are people we care about,”
I said, turning to face View B and explaining what was happening.
People can achieve success and wealth, but they won’t be truly happy if there’s no one important to share their joy with.
"We want people to accept our love this time, right?"
"Yes."
"Maybe Mike B has accepted it, but why aren’t we still happy?"
"Because the people we want to understand us the most are Mom and Dad, who don’t accept our love."
We hugged each other as if we were comforting each other. The scent of our love wafted throughout the room, enveloping every fiber of the blankets, the air, and our bodies.
"Can this be called a happy ending?"
View B said, almost like a moan, without asking anything seriously. Then I used my comforting hand to slide down to her hip and gently rubbed my fingers to help her relax in the middle of her body. View B’s breathing began to get heavy again, and she let out a soft moan.
"Well, it’s not the end yet, so we can’t say for sure."
"So can you take me to the end?"
"Of course."
“...”
"Spread your legs."
.
.
Now that View B wouldn’t be working with Lee again, my little sister
had inadvertently become unemployed.
To keep the naughty girl from getting too distracted, I decided to let View B write the rest of the novel.
