[RECONSTRUCTING] whalien 52 »˚tk

0806 | 16

Alphabet Boy,

Your sudden text tonight, believe it or not, sent me running down the stairs to actually start bicycling to your apartment.

"Im spry TaE iy's mu faUkt"

It said. I don't know if you're playing some kind of prank here, but my first thought was, Have you been drinking? I asked that to myself. I started evaluating everything from the moment I knew you, did you drink back then? Did you always drink, or was this another one of your stupid choices because you have problems that you don't wanna talk about?

I didn't know what to feel. I felt angry, somewhere in between annoyed and sleepy because God, it was midnight, and really, really sad as well. Why would you drink? You were known for being a model student in school although you hang out with the dumb people. You followed school rules, you follow the everyone's rules and most certainly do not sneak out of your room in the middle of the night. You know you're breaking one of them right now, because this is illegal, you being underage and in possession of an alcoholic beverage. I had this urge to just come to you, to comfort you, and to be with you whether you tell me what's wrong or not.

Feeling outraged, I went to your apartment with my bicycle and parked it outside your unit building. Why do you even have separate houses with your parents? I met them somewhere without you knowing. And seriously, Alphabet Boy, what the hell? They didn't even know we used to be friends. Now I know that what you said was really true that they didn't really care much for you. Weird, at some point, I came to a conclusion that all parents share one trait; they were all too prideful.

Anyway, I got inside without your permission, and I was right. Fuck, I was right. I don't mean to sound happy, but I'm certainly glad that I'm the first one you texted because if you texted one of your stupid friends, I don't even know what will happen to you.

Bottles were scattered everywhere, some were even broken. I went inside your room, and it was worse. Alcohol lurked, it smelt horrible by the way (where'd you even get them? the bottles were so fucking many I almost tripped and smashed my face into one of the bottle lying around), and there you slept with your phone still pressed against the side of your head.

You were sleeping peacefully, that's a nice thing, and your phone was unlocked.

It was opened in the message box.

You were obviously drunk when you texted. Soju, huh? Easiest way to get drunk, drink soju. Nice. I didn't want to feel guilty, but I did, Alphabet Boy. I felt so guilty, Alphabet Boy. I felt like I was the one who made you drink, who made you sad, even if I don't even know the reason why. I felt so helpless at the same time.

So I then tucked you in. Looked for some of your clean clothes and changed your shirt with a new one, along with a pair of clean sweatpants. I removed the bottle from your hand, because apparently, you fell asleep while drinking, and placed your phone on the nightstand.

I even threw the bottles and cleaned your room. It was still a mess, but at least you can see the floor. And just as I ran a hand through your hair, I whispered, "Mianhe." I know you don't feel my sincerity, but that was a heartfelt sorry. I'm really sorry, Alphabet Boy. Your eyelids suddenly fluttered and for a second I thought you were awake, then you stirred and moved to your right, facing me.

I was about to stand up, and feeling relieved that you were alright but also panicked at the thought of you knowing I came to see you without you knowing, but your hand stopped my arm. "Stay here." Am I hearing this correctly?

"Stay with me."

I was still confused,
Whalien.