Nyctophillia | p.jm

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  { day twenty eight }

ANGIE

         When I saw Jimin walking toward here, I immediately stand up straight. His eyes lit up when he sees me, a wide smile appears on his face.

I slid my hands in my pockets, "Hi" I said, trying not to act weird. I'm here, just to get it straight and tell him that he needs to stop.

"Hey" he said, before scratching his head. Then, he told me to wait, as he runs back upstairs.

I hate to wait, but this is for the last. I have to wait, because I need to talk to him.

Couple minutes later, he finally came down with a box in his hands. He looks at me, with his smiling eyes. Is he a psycho?

I smiled bitterly, "Erm, I need to tell you something" I said, almost whispering. It's a big hard for me, to speak because this guilt keeps raising in my head.

He smiles sheepishly, "oh, but I'll like you to have this" he said, handing me the box. I take a breath, before taking it from him.

I gave him a small smile, as then I shake it, "Thanks, I'll cherish it" I said, put it inside my bag.

So, I push my snapbag deeper on my head, it's kinda awkward to talk to him, but it's now or never, I cleared my throat before speaking.

"Look ahh, I'm going to say this nice and clear" I said, brushing my butt pocket Jeans. "You need to stop talking to me"

You know how sad your face could get when you see a pretty smile fades? Well, I'll tell you that it feels so sad, very devastating that's like you're heart is going to drop, because of guilt.

"I mean, you were nice, and kind and friendly, but I hate that" am I?

Seriously? Well, there's no strangers ever been so nice to me, yet it feels so right but somehow maybe it's wrong?

His mouth gaped abit, "We don't know each other, and you know that you were always creeping me out. Some people thought you're a psycho" I said, hoping that this doesn't broke his heart.

"I mean...are you? I do realise that you were waiting for every morning-" his head lowered, embarrassed, and shame. "-but, the thing is I'm just a milk delivery-"

I didn't get to finish my words, because he spokes, "Did I annoy you?" His questions just made me swallow my saliva.

"..yeah, you did" it's a hard thing to say, this guilt is just indescribably. You'll feel like, you're being interview about; you killing someone.

GUILT

He lets out a sad chuckle, "Wow, never thought of that" he licks his lips, and push his hair to the back, like a stress man.

"So, I'm coming here just to tell you that, and I wanted to apologize too" I said, giving him a warm friendly smile. "And, stop talking to a milk delivery like me"

So this all talking things.... Is it making sense? Nope, to me it doesn't, because why? Why can't he talk to a milk delivery girl like me?

Because, I don't know...

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I rest my chin on the palm of my hand, while staring at the box. I haven't open it, and I'm getting curious, what could be inside?