The detectives best friend

part 15- realisation

The next day, fei hung woke up to moo young resting his head on her bed, holding fei hung's hand. Her heart beat faster and faster, Instinctively she pulled her hand away, which woke moo young. He snorted and sat up, half awake with drool running down his chin
'Arent moments like this supposed to be romantic?'
Thought fei hung, then shook her head
'Why do I care? It's not like he will live for long anyway...'
Fei hung sat up and moo young wiped his drool.
'Do you want breakfast?'
Fei hung looked at him, he wasnt usually this generous
'Dad said I should be nicer to you'
'Of course THATS why hes being nice...'
'I'll get your breakfast'
He left the room. Fei hung remembered her diary, which she hadn't written in for a few weeks. She uses it to remember what she did some days in case there was a situation that she needed to remember what she was doing or where she was. Of course that also means shes written about her plan and about the people shes killed, but anyone who sees it she'd just kill, so it's ok.
She opened the diary to the first blank page and began writing

Yesterday me and moo young played in the snow. We threw snowballs at each other and built snowmen. Then I woke up today and he was holding my hand while sleeping, I must be allergic to boys because when I saw him holding my hand, my heart started beating so fast I thought I'd die.

-fei hung

She nodded, satisfied with her entry and as moo young walked it she quickly put it in the draw by her bed.
She smiled sweetly as she smelled the rice and seweed soup. She rubbed her hands together as it was placed infront of her and picked up her spoon. She puts a large spoonful of rice in her mouth, some dropped onto the tray. Moo young leaned forwards
'Look at you, you got rice all round your mouth'
He used his thumb to wipe the rice from fei hung's mouth, as an automatic reaction she grabbed his wrist, he looked surprised
'I'll do it myself'

Moo young sat back, a little embarrassed.
'I'm only trying to help'
'I'm not 3 years old, I'll do it myself'
Moo young folded his arms and slouched on his chair. After fei hung finished he took the tray away and left her alone for a little while. He didnt say why, he just left.
Fei hung felt lonely. She was quite used to seeing moo young all day now. He keeps going off to do something but fei hung didnt know what. She was worried that he was meeting his father to look for the culprit.
I must kill him. But I'm worried... I might be getting TOO close to him...